After the Hours
it is with anguish i live each day waking with original pain and my insanities inhibiting my wholeness blocking my growth my simplicity to live in balance with the rest of the world even my creativity i am visionary i do know too much i do feel too much my poetry leaks out oozes word by word by phrase to make claim to make sense revealing to me each lens through which i see it is all i can do with ease alone finding solace in words exposing my uncomfortable sp