Why is it now,
I go to take a step and it's all unstable,
When I know all is out of control,
I laugh weak,
"It's just the last round of sea legs."
Or at least that what I hope.
You see I'm always the one,
You try and calm down,
But I am so sorry,
I have no way to help.
Can't even seem to try,
Because I know,
That this storm is getting ready to blow.
And there's nothing to do besides wait,
Inside my tiny little box,
Just a little tight,
Pick up my pen and make one more mark,
To tally off the day,
And no matter how I do it,
It still feels like less,
Compared to what's next.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
