Dusty Poems 29
This is the last poem in the Dusty Poems series, which includes a collection of poems I wrote many years ago before I realized how much poetry would take over my life. Empty your pockets of the strength you stole...
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This is the last poem in the Dusty Poems series, which includes a collection of poems I wrote many years ago before I realized how much poetry would take over my life. Empty your pockets of the strength you stole...
Every day I feel more awake Heavier and heavier my soul does fake And with this tide of emotion I feel sick with the commotion Every day I feel more enlightened than the day before So much so I wonder...
Welcome to the Dusty Poems series where I share poems I wrote back in college. We’re coming down to the last few poems in this series. It has been fun to share these poems and to look back at these...
The poem below is from the Dusty Poems series, a collection of poems I wrote many years ago, long before I knew how much of a force poetry would be in my life. Iโve enjoyed going through these old poems...
The poem below is from the Dusty Poems series, a collection of poems I wrote many years ago, long before I knew how much of a force poetry would be in my life. Iโve enjoyed going through these old poems...