(I forgot to post last Saturday, so I'm posting two today, sorry)
A couple more stanzas I wrote a while ago:
Trapped:
It's raining with no stop
We're trapped with just a clock
But still it doesn't matter
When I know I'm not alone
November 24th 2021
Fate:
The clatter of forks against plates
Makes me aware of my one fate.
The keys against the lock
Helps me find that one door
November 26th 2021
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
