How can you count the number of angels?
How do you know if they're good or dangerous?
Life filled beings that are timeless and ageless,
Have they come to protect us and bring us the good news?
Don't torment me anymore,
Don't leave me here alone.
Mentally, I've been here before,
Physically everything's stripped to the bone.
It's just me and my thoughts let loose,
Me and the wreck slamming through the caboose.
Disorientated, defeated and ready to get cheated,
It's time to take this pill and take things up a notch because
Maybe it's time for me to lose my old self in order to find the new me.
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Inflorescence
PoetryI don't wanna be a seed In half bloom, I don't wanna live like that; I wanna become a flower, In full bloom, beaming, don't wanna fall flat. A collection of vignettes, poems, short stories, standalones, ideas and idk what else. Updated whenever.
