Inside The Storm
The Storm is a poem that I penned back in 2016, something that I’d long forgotten about until the end of 2020. I began sifting through my old writing and was surprised to find that after not picking up a pen for 4 years, I’d restarted and spoke of exactly the same themes. The Storm…
Hollow Moon
She howled at the hollow moon,Searching for an answer.Nobody told her the story of the Wolf.And she’d already missed the many chances to run. She howled until her lungs emptied, She howled until her mouth dried. She had loved none, but one. But her one, loved none. To love is to feel, to be a part.To care is…
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