Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

In this disaster I am me, Deeply broken which you can not see.  
In this strong wind came destruction, 
Only question is, will it make me into something? 
I have lived and i have searched, 
Looking to find the answers to my hurt.
With these hands I make or kill all things, 
Make beautiful words that will make your heart sing. 
But in those words are darknesses that come to light. 
Asking myself, Poet, is what your doing right? 
So I strive to keep the balance that is from within. 
Close my eyes and begin to feel the spin.