Feet tremble, gravel claws in
Cheek soaked to the bone in salt
All alone
Late summer heat fills my pores
Hope in my heart with every noise
That you've come
To apologise, to bring me home
The time never comes
Stomach rolls, begs, as the sun greets me once again
It's okay, I still love you dad
YOU ARE READING
Spinning Thoughts
PoetryI'm using this to put together some poems I've written. Sometimes I update a couple times a day, other times I won't update for a while. These represent me or my life experiences. I apologise for they're not great.
