Final Throes Of The Unfurling

"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall,
I quit, I quit and that's all."

Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages.
Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow,
Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes,
And the corners of half smiles.

A collection of poetry.

Audience discretion would be advised because it contains suicidal thoughts.

Cover made by the talented @brokenreadersclub