Post #5497

there's a river flowing inside my head, and i can hear the sound of words dancing to the tune of violent turbulence and pebbles. life is a barren vacuum, there's no light here. darkness has a way of shutting those who blink even the slightest but poetry is my last hope, to bring me into existence again. if my poem doesn't rhyme, set my feet free please, and I'll run fierce like a free verse. there are broken crayons inside my bag and i wish they befriend my emotions and tell each other stories of how it's impossible to be whole again. i've learnt quicker that behind a broken heart is a brain that feeds it and that if a house is full of demons, maybe there are better confessions than vacate and leave it empty. #amtupu_#review#poetry