Sway and bump.
Crumpled dust.
Slamming with accidents.
Flapping wrists.
Held high, drawn stretched.
Nustled, no space.
A proud part of the mass.
Loud, raving madness.
Lucid till brightness swims.
Able till no longer.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
