Poems from Bordley

I can't breathe. 'Let go!' I beseech. It doesn't budge. Its strong limbs just grip me tighter and tighter. I can feel the strain throughout...
The work will not cease It swirls and swells around me Consuming my life
I am but one verse in the medley of life. My notes follow no rhythm but that of my own heart. No instruments save for those of my soul are...
I care little for luxuries. Material things like clothing, electronics, and jewelry mean nothing to me. I don't listen to society. Media...