I told you I was a thirsty soul
A halfling wanting to be whole.
I rarely spoke of my pain or tears
Nor of the tombstone-written fears.
I told you it is pressure, pressing
All my anxieties to be addressing.
But I am afraid the light's turned low.
Would you REALLY care to know?
YOU ARE READING
Crafting Lightbeams
PoetryA fresh bundle of thoughts, wrapped by a star gazer. Hope you like them all.
