Poems from adeepeningfog
The red string of fate.
I distrust the idea of it. Yet my heart jumps at the idea of predestination. What if I was tied inextricably, as...
Insidious is blind inception. I don't think I know the true distance I have traveled for fog has lain over this lonely road. Even though I...
This room seems like a gallery. There are many figures in many different postures, but they all carry the mark of a single sculptor. Each...
OH SO...
You flutter and flail.
You break and bend my very being.
Oh, the bittersweet agony of holding you close to my chest.
Yet, I...
Falling in circles. Meaningful as a child's fickle heart. You rise, echo, only to fall once more into the sea of silence and stillness....