Poems from TaylorCain
Slowly I descend.This is out of my control.No improvement,
No hopeI'm dropping.I try to pretendThis isn't real.It's just a constant...
As we make the descent downward, souls are
Dropped into their caves—their own personal
Enclosures which leave them vulnerable
To their...
Write. Write to unlock the thoughts, the ideas,
the elements which harness you to an empty page.
Use the pencil. Use that lead to open that...