by Saxon White Kessinger
Sometime when you’re feeling important;
Sometime when your ego ‘s in bloom;
This is a poem I wrote not quite long ago; that night when insecurities lingered me.
I feel kind of iffy posting it due to the fact that it’s a side of me that I don’t ever want anyone to see. I feel too vulnerable for it to be shown. But the past have taught me that all secrets get revealed anyway, so I decided to post it.
The rumble is enoughto destroy a
You are insignificant —out of all the words written about New York,yours will never be
Here… staring at the window searching for somethinganything… in factright now, looneliness is what I’m watchingand what an…
So lonely I’m feelinglike there’s no more meaningto keep on goingwhat am I doing?
Stay in the grey passages in between what is known and unknown
The narrow lanes of possibility
The roads of what if
They are your rite of passage
A storm with so many lightningsfor ones, so frighteningfor me a bit cathartic
Dreaming…
I was one
Then I was two
Where do I stop and begin?
I then You and You then I
