they say the eye of a hurricane is quiet
but I haven't gotten there yet
I guess I'll just have to wait and see
whatever becomes of me.
once the storm is at last complete
I wonder If I will be left with any peace
or if the destruction caused will be enough
to rip me free from the gates that keep me
and let me cause all kinds of mutiny.
YOU ARE READING
poems i regret writing
Poetryjust some shitty poems i never should have written poems I wrote in the middle of the fucking hurricane.
