Like someone fucked up a numerical palindromeDoesn’t want to check one two three like aReal roadie would doUnbalanced, the beginning of a songYet to be written – And with every time I say it in my mindI wish for its final definition to be something beautiful
For these breaths, a gift: This moment in time, see Your enraged heartbeat for what it is – A steady flowing forward.
The flutter of struggling wings must have stirred the dust Or flocked your windows with pollen. How else did you not see Things were changing all along. We were all suffering. We didn’t forget you. We only wanted the liberty to grow alongside — You are the ones who rejected us. For hundreds of yearsContinue reading “Poetry: Poem Untitled”