I write poetry
Originally written in 2013, I’ve made a few edits and tweaks to the copy but I think the subject matter is still very much relevant
Something caught my eye last night
I saw something that I might write
If born into a different home
Then cast out poor, cold, and alone
So tell me is this the darkness they speak of so highly?
The abyss into which men have fallen before?
Its warmth comforting yet designed to confuse me.