The note

I walk along memories

tear held pools of time

birthing accidental sonnets

of well intended rhyme

broken ways of saying

aforethought is my verse

castaway all my dreams

for I am poet first

poison is my verbiage

the top of my demise

my filter is suspended

farthest from the lies

this longest surrender

opening my sorry veins

this crimson tub overflows

into this house of stains 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love the use of the house of stains.. well done. Intense write..xo

[Rossen]

thank you love