Ive published at least 96 poems
have written a hundred more
and yet not a single word
has truly captrued this that i feel
this great anxious feeling
like something is coming
something is coming.
I can feel it in the great gushes of whispers
and the howl of a wolf
and in my mind Is where I look
to hide away from most random fears
and perhaps I hope to escape
through a wall,
ive thought of such things so many times before.
that to think again doesnt bring any joy.
perhaps I could fade
vanish from existence
or i could laugh and find joy once again
she wasnt really lost, just on vacation anyways.