𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛

FOREWORD

People often live their entire, minuscule lives without knowing anything other than the droning daily routine that consumes their being. Like ants, working mindlessly for a queen they do not know, humans scour the earth in search of sanctuary. Poetry is my sanctuary.

-nobody of consequence (yours truly)

dedication

To those with cherry blossom cheeks stained with icy tears,

those with broken hearts strung together with the finest of thread,

those who succumb to slumber with the hope of a better day tomorrow,

those with oceans at the brink of their eyelids,

those who read to escape themselves,

those who have no sanctuary,

this is for you.

xx

p.s. If you are reading this, I love you, and I'm grateful to have the chance to walk this gloriously vast rock at the same time as you.

Don't be a ghost reader, and comment and vote. You don't even have to vote on every chapter, just once so I know people are reading please.

IMPORTANT: poems involving murder and heavy violence/darker themes will have chapter titles in all caps.