Poems from Wolffy
Writer's block
The unpickable lock
To be conscious in an unconscious state
Unable to process, I can't even concentrate
Let me in, my dear...
Inhale the scorching summer sun
Inhale the vibrance envelope around you
like the sweet simmering blades of grass
staring vividly at the...
A withered child lost in her thoughts, hiding from her memories; everything she’s not
Broken dreams; family ripped at the seams, bills...