Poetry

When the Inevitable Comes Knocking Again

After that last word was written, Envelope sealed, I felt myself be lifted Up from my body, where I stare blankly down at myself As I move now without thought... My Mind is a million miles away My eyes are dry but threaten to breaststroke And the shards of my Heart are Raining down, invisible.… Continue reading When the Inevitable Comes Knocking Again

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