Seed

There’s nothing leftthis empty heart with nothing left tomake a startwith and nothing leftover. Nothing left for high hopes or tall orderswhich fall on deafears. Down I go down inside this empty cheston minimal power no energy for the rest of rebuildingrekindling and renewingan old life which definitelydied.A hardened shell, a huskbut not emptya hard shell around somethingunformedContinue reading “Seed”