A writer hoping their poems might mean something to someone during these times
What was once an ocean of roiling black pulling me under waves crashing against the shores of a place that once was I watched as every fiber of my hopes and dreams
By Apollo Carr3 years ago in Poets
Even as every branch snaps and breaks in my head I still know that I'm alive and l can grow back For now I feel like a withered husk of myself
If love were as blind as the wretch that I am Maybe my world would be at peace again I would not wake up at night crying after nightmares
