Good morrow world
The sun is bright...
my ice coffee spills with each shake.
this is the fifth time...
Piano sonatas burdened a lost soul
as scorpions whispered upon deaf ears...
I slowly pause as I tell the truth,
Not because I'm thinking of a lie but because...
This is my story of being sexually assaulted, it...
Peaceful I was without my sight,
Now I cannot find respite...
i was never taught how to love
never taught what it means to feel...
I hate how my hands feel,
Roughened by the toil of the day...
There are times
when I'm drowning...
Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent beautiful blooms...
will can be broken by a simple action
a mind penetrated without words...
I could cry because I could die,
why should I? why shouldn't I...