What is this feeling I feel inside?
Empty, hollow when I go and ride
The spacious craft that is destined to
Soar from amongst the clouds
It is with much hurt I say
Maybe it won't come, that day
My feline friend unaware
I wish I had more time to spare
Evermore it will last, this dull sensation
When I travel from this nation
To another
Sitting here, honey I smother
Onto toast, then sigh and mutter
'Lord, rid me of the anxiety,
For I ask to strengthen my piety'
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Save Our Souls and other poems
PoesiaA collection of WhisperFlora's poems. (pssst that's me!) It's a collection, so I'll add more to it. And there'll be a range of poems - some are light and fun to read while others...Well, why don't you see for yourself? Copyright 2014-2019
