Can you take a piece,
Of my sorrow and sensitivity-
When the floor of the world caves in,
And my collarbone breaks,
Flooding, filling me,
With the things that make life so
Morbid and devastating.
YOU ARE READING
Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
