Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Looking up into a vast but cloudy sky
I see a burst of light and a loud crash, but little did I know that wreck of a noise was the gears in my head failing and the light was the reason the gears crashed, that light coming from the question that is burning in my head, stapled to my neural structure this question is formed from my design, and driven by my hatred, that question is why must love actually be the antonym to what love really is.
-malakhi bakowski