The worst kind? (A Poem)
When the feeling hardens in the throat,
Before dealing with the cleanup of many dark storms.
A response of mine prompted via another writer’s Medium story wasn’t supposed to lead to this; As far as I calculated.
I might make this my new niche.
After releasing the things needed to begin living a more fulfilling life, I’m only seemingly met with the unexpected.
Or daily journal, daily log, and notes to yourself.
Of week number one; This has been a tough one.
(A Poem)
— What’s the point when all life dies,
What I didn’t find in many years of countless different crafts.