Made Man

A Poem

Reece Beckett
Mar 11 · 2 min read
Via Andre Benz on Unsplash

Fingers leaking out my feelings when I try to hold them still

Type or write a million words for that void I try to fill,

Spilled drinks stain the sheets just as my shadows stain the streets

Aside from the acidic rain, there’s nothing there to meet

They won’t make you feel complete,