I drown my wicked fears,
with plenty of salty tears.
Enough to become numb till lunch,
until they protest with a limp and a hunch.
They know when I'm alone again,
my only weapon will be a pen.
I'll write to clean my twisted mind,
because next night is already defined.
YOU ARE READING
Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poetry[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
![Rainthoughts [poetry]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/149344227-64-k496962.jpg)