Friday, January 22, 2021

facing your storm


the calm of the sea

often reminds me

of the storm your eyes

had once stirred up,

seeking answers to my pain


although it slightly wrecked

my heavily-guarded shores,

little did you know

that I'd seek shelter

in shutting my eyes



allergic to yappers and noise

Why am I always surrounded by people who yap like the world is ending in the next second and are always high on life? I'm not averse to ...