Surrounded by people,
completely alone.
You want me to be in your world
but I want to hide between my four walls.
My love isn’t sacred to anyone, not even me.
There are lines between which I can exist
If I point them out, the blame is on me
Considering how I apparently imagine everything
no wonder I dream of being a writer.
My love has less and less value.
A full head and closed mouth
I live inside a dosing device
You can add the amount you desire
drink me as a nightcap
My love is an extinguished fire.
You can get your copy of my first novel on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab
One little public announcement:
The Poetry Bar is open again so you can submit your poetry, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram/TikTok account to the email poetrybar1@gmail.com and then it will be shared for the Bar to read.