I never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy.
This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings.
A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.