I expect it's something like fear
every day to learn something new
be someone else
and yet we stay the same-
why is it like that?
Mother, why does there come a day
when you have to break down
everything you've built up?
I expect for you it's like fear
YOU ARE READING
Cacoethes Scribendi
PoesiA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.
