it seems that only
i can hear this voice.
a voice that says
inhuman things.
a voice that only speaks
louder as i yell.
it's a voice that pushes
you into a corner,
just to tell you that the
only way to leave it is
to listen.
YOU ARE READING
Bees, Pollen, and What Comes From Them
Poetry- indefinite hiatus - [ part of the 'free your body' tag ] · second poetry collection · "Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful." - Jim Carrey create...
