He's hereA Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan
Losing my grip
chasing my mind a raisin is all I could find no patience I'm wasting time as long as my heart is racing fine this raisin is fine don't need no brain just the beat of my heart I feed in the dark as u grieve in the park run because I'm in need of a spark you're the seed of my art I will never let you leave the part you're my goal a shattered soul it will be years before you know what the devil stole. © 2019 Jerry Patrick Ryan |
StatsAuthorJerry Patrick RyanMount Pearl, Newfoundland and Labrador, CanadaAboutI've been trying to get up the courage to write my stuff and show it, I think it's time I just want to show some of my stories even if they might not seem great at least I can say I tried, I.. more..Writing
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