Line Art Poetry Series (Part V)
Smother_
Rising like the gushing waves,
digging my own grave
of guilt and regret;
my anger is like a burning cigarette.
- A snippet of my poem
Stuck there_
All of these are so appealing
they're much needed as they're relieving,
but then, they just don't fit in right
and we get caught in this pitiful plight.
-A snippet of my poem
