Emptiness and doldrums,
punishment exponential to the crime,
one of passion and love, the sin
of loving too much repaid
with another unguided tour
of the abyss. I know my way around.
Perhaps I’ll arrange some of my rocks,
build a fire, stay here with my words.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Love your rocks I love my rocks and crystals well done. I too know that feeling 😢🌺🌺
Know that feeling. Bring stuck in the cave internal. Hugs. This was written exceptionally well if that's any consolation.