I am the saddened creature you pass by
as for each day I sink lower, for I am a coward-
Lying on the sheets of hellish glass
You ponder my twig like verse
as I struggle, my body aches and groans
now you watch my hands pick at the words of my absent self
I've woven in and out of the delicate stars you've admired upon a whimsical night
I've locked my hands to the art of wandering
I've been denied numerous times but
I shall remain by your side peering into the windows of rooms
We once hid in.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
