the Gymigrant : Writing

LIfe, Time and my closest friend on a drunken night in November

LIfe, Time and my closest friend on a drunken nigh..

A Poem by the Gymigrant


I sit alone staring at the blank nothingness of an all-too-familiar wall. The wall and I go way back....Hell, I've been here for two hours. Ahhh...I..
Sole fear

Sole fear

A Poem by the Gymigrant


F u Ck.I cAn’t d othis...The y’l l sE e I’mu nsTab le. tH ey won ‘tl et me gO! Stop!Breathe. Ok…think this t..