Headaches tremble,
While thoughts crumble.
Old and new times resemble,
That shit will always be stressful.
Water breaking over the crest.
Constant throbbing in my chest.
Really want to achieve my best.
I know this is all a test.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
