To the people lying wide awake at midnight. These are just words thrown in together in attempt to voice what runs through our minds as we wait for dawn to come alive.
For everyone who might find a speck of their stardust in my words.
YOU ARE READING
Sophrosyne
Poetrythe poetry in my mind spilt across my pages I put out here when the silence become deafening. When I can't hold it in it bleeds ink, And I leave my scars here so the world shall see the wars I have won.
