Consumed by darkness, the city is more dangerous at night.
I was walking alone through its nerve-wracking labyrinth, aware of the curious glances of hungry 'night owls'. The eerie silence makes the demons of anxiousness come alive... so I gripped my pen tighter - my only salvation. To kill or die. To kill or die.
Friday, November 4, 2016
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Want To Forget
PoetryAnxiety leads to poetry and this is my only way presenting myself... naked.
