poetry by me:


Nothing To Fix, Nothing To Surrender

Indomitable Narcissism

I had a dream
That I was me
How odd it is
I can't see
That person
I'm supposed to be

And it's hard to see
An enemy
When everyone
In front of me
Seems to look
Just like me

Emptiness behind the doors
Darkling notness hiding
On the other side
Of everything, nothingness abiding
The part not part, that landslide
That gaping maw and nothing to fear

Step by step exploring

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