Wander.
Wander.
Roam.
The walls of
this city don't
feel home.Run.
Run.
Strole.
Looking for
a place
called home.Walk.
Walk.
Crawl.
don't
feel nothing
at all.Realizing that
home
was
forever lost.
Now,
in hiraeth.
YOU ARE READING
A spindle of spontaneous notions
PuisiLike a spindle twisting the wool into thread, I twist my impromptu thoughts into poetry.