Drafts.
Terrible thing,
To always want something
But get nothing.
Terrible thing,
To always feel a need to bleed
When you always concede,
Your wells dried of ink; not long ago.
Terrible thing
that itch,
to strum those strings,
When all it brings
are memories that sting.
YOU ARE READING
Old writes, Drafts and a lot of Experimentation.
Poetrycollection of everything written in past.
