my room is dark,
filled with old clothes
and sheets of paper.
my mind is hollow,
occupied with angry thoughts
and clouded with confusion.
my ears tingle
savouring the music that is
silence.
YOU ARE READING
POST-IT POEMS
Poetry[discontinued; cringe] in which the poems I write on post-its are transferred online.
HOLLOW THERE
my room is dark,
filled with old clothes
and sheets of paper.
my mind is hollow,
occupied with angry thoughts
and clouded with confusion.
my ears tingle
savouring the music that is
silence.
