Like nautilus to a shell are men to this world. We find a home that we see suits us, or appears to, and claim it a match made in heaven, literally. We do not see that it is not-all-us. Instead we insult all else and declare ourselves superior through soul alone. The rulers we are, the… Continue reading Shell-Shocked
Tag: Poetry
Trapped
Like swimming in a pool of honey This Anxiety does slow me All around me sweet and happy things occur But I feel trapped and sluggish Like a feeling of nothing just stuck in my chest It cloys, thick and sweet in my maw, making my throat somber To combat this inner, I pump in… Continue reading Trapped
Cloudy Clarity 