Block
Too drummed up
Not abusive
No brain silence
No mental peace
No peace of mind
No cocktail can quell
At least for a long while
A strength that I can’t muster
An omen that can’t be taken away
Poetry can only be from a dead man’s hands
Up early
Down late
Shakes
Come clean
Down low
Knocked out
Knots
Not from a punch
But from just words
And from things quietly taken
And taken slowly
Blocked
- Bran.
About Me
- Bran.
- Building up from most disasters takes a lot of time. That's where I am now... it's kind of cool when you feel like a sports team in the rebuilding phase.
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