I honestly never thought
That I would make it this far -
I thought that
All that would be left of me by now
Was nothing more than a memory
Yet here I am
Writing away
Typing at my keyboard
The only sound the resonating
Click clack of the keyboard
As I type the words
Rummaging and rambling
All merging into one masterpiece
Somehow
Unknowingly
Flowing into line
As if they truly meant to belong
In such a fashion.
YOU ARE READING
K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
