someday
i will remember
the words delicately
arranged from the
stanzas of silence
as i sat on those soft-hewn benches
gnarls of wood detangling
words
never moved past my
graceless lips
but
for now
all i deliver are these empty
rhythms lost
rhymes bare
wisps of forgotten poems
YOU ARE READING
metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
