Weary and dragged under the surface
This volcano inside is erupting
You're corrupting me
Not corroborating my story
You wouldnt know me
And you wouldnt notice me
If I wasnt making myself art
You wouldnt be able
To see me as something apart
From the rest
Youd just see me
Like everyone sees
The white walls in museums
As nothing
In rooms of mesmerising beauty
YOU ARE READING
Litany by Nailinthewall
PoetryA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
