• reflections__ 18w


    I walk into murky waters,
    drown myself knee-deep
    and cut ties
    with sulky beliefs.

    The waves hit me like stones,
    bellowing their empty guts
    sore from mistaken reliefs.

    The water is deep
    and the night is shallow,
    but they say,
    darkness births poetry.

    I'd rather call mine,
    a vain account
    of life's tapestry.