Gusts of wind come as swift as deer
Incessant quakes rumble and crack the Earth
The rain pools
The clouds break and sob
The sky is falling
The wind doesn't stop
I let go of the thousands of stars reigning me in
Until there is only darkness to behold
An inky black wall on which to write my woes
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PuisiTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
