you feel sick, don't you
a futile sort of nausea
where nothing ever comes or goes
and waiting games never amused me
screaming to the world, you can't control me
all while my hands, bound and tied
hang me from the rafters
YOU ARE READING
poems vol. II
PoetryThe second volume in my poetry series, containing some more of my works. You can see my poems as I write them on tumblr, @aslice-ofpoetry note: these poems are from a bit ago - you can see my more recent works in volume III :)
