You toss me
in the mush pot of memories
you have collected and hoarded,
Little did you know,
I was the ghost pepper
in the honey pot.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal - poems
PoetryThese are my thoughts. To myself and others. They are the things I wish I could yell. Scream even. But I feel I should put the thoughts to rest in the pixels of a page. Rest In Peace.
