i can’t see myself and i’m gone.
far from the sound of noise
and all they see is nothing but me.
2016
When I write LIKE on this poem, I am conscious that like is hardly appropriate. Your poetry can feel so bleak that it worries me. Thinking of you often with care and concern
🙂
Sounds quite Like Some kind of Serenity 🙂
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Δ
When I write LIKE on this poem, I am conscious that like is hardly appropriate. Your poetry can feel so bleak that it worries me. Thinking of you often with care and concern
🙂
Sounds quite
Like
Some kind of
Serenity 🙂
🙂