The vengeance of storms that the world has unbreached,
Once I said I threw my heart to the bottom of the sea, sunk it, no way its ever beached.
But dear me, Please won't you sit down and have a seat?
I, uncomfortably 3D, as is the world,
do not know where is polite to stand,
So I'd head home in search of my own seat but,
Understand there is no light at my nightstand,
no books on my table to read,
and no hard thoughts at hand,
So my eyes have nothing to reflect, nothing to shine,
Having retreated from the outside.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
