Scratching my heart
I look at it,
The crumbles that
Fall into shape.
Carving the sides
I like to dream,
Thinking of what
I want it to be.
Hearing my breath,
I time it too,
Wishing that silently
It's giving a clue.
Is something coming
Or the worst is past?
Oh, my inner self
That's all I ask.
YOU ARE READING
Inside The Spiral
PoetryOne of the best ways to let the turmoil inside your head is to write. At least for me. Here's a collection of poems, some are sad, some have hope, some are just me trying to figure out why. Okay, almost none of them have hope. But eh.
