I found my way
to the vortex
and it was spinning
too fast for comfort
so I was dizzy
as Hell
as I made my way
back to you
for M.P.
written in 1984 as a high school senior
Poetry does not age. Neato one!
thank you kindly.
High School?
Poetry does not age. Neato one!
thank you kindly.
thank you kindly.