i'll watch family shows
until my corneas bleed
remembering the faces
of a life i don't remember
a dream of flowers
a song of hope
scattered among the dreary lines
of a poem
i'll cascade truth
until i am left
with nothing
but the haunting sounds
of what's left behind
YOU ARE READING
From the Soul
Poetryfor those who feel too much, who love with their whole heart, who watches life implode, all while holding hope that one day, this ache will be worth it. to those who find pieces of themselves in my poems, thank you. your presence here means everyth...
