A Poem
I have a troubled sweetnessI like to call my ownBut it isn’t really mine you seeI took…
I wanna quitI’m just not with itFeeling like shitFeeling like a misfitAn unfit and unlit…
I’m sorry to confirm,You have a case of thought worm.
your tears camea moment too latetheir worth voidedupon creation
A poem
Now that I am just some kidThat you used to know;Now that I’m the last of thoseTo whom your sadness you might…
watching him playi disappearedand in that spacethe world opened up
The inner storm meets outer calm.A silent fury.Impotent rage not expressed.