The Island of Mist is a simple place
Everyone seems to be one race
Black and white, it’s all the same
When you can’t even see their face
It’s very easy to get lost
You can’t tell if dew or frost
No superficiality
No makeup or plastic surgery
The Island of Mist has it’s ups and downs
You can’t see to get around
You can’t simply read a book
But life, it isn’t based on looks
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
