Hello.
I'm not promising anything amazing. Sometimes I just need a release.
And crappy poetry is what comes of it. For some reason, a part of me just wants to put it out there.
Unnerving
A building pressure
Sick, yet hopeful
Trembling hands
Surer than expected
Persistent need
To be seen
But remain unknown
It's pressing.
Gripping and pulling
And pushing.
-Wolfy