This is a poem that I wrote recently about how I often live in the past and fear the future, but that giving up is not an option. Each stanza ends with a repeated verse, which stems from something I said in a prayer the other night in a shower (as odd as that sounds). I thought it was neat, so I wrote it down and ran with it.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about humanity and how we seem to slowly be destroying ourselves.
This is a poem that I wrote recently. I am not entirely sure who the poem is written towards; a lover, God, myself. Perhaps all at once, or a lover who is yet to come.
This is a poem that I wrote about the old concept of how often times people find themselves forsaken by friends or family in times of need, as you can never truly trust anyone besides yourself.