Joy, pain and happiness spills out onto the page.
The story begins to form.
The poem begins to rhyme.
Time passes quickly.
Tears fall.
Blood splattered wall.
Stanza after stanza.
Page after page.
What am I?
Who am I?
We are...
Soul writers.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind; The Broken
PoetryA book of poetry I have written. Most have come from assignments in high school but all are from the heart.
