A New Poetry Journal

August 30th/18

Ⓒ @jcquarious

 A new journal is just a new journal

With my same aches and turmoil's and sorrows.

 

A fresh new page to speak

But still filled with my heart living in deceit.

First poem in its brand new home

Still twisted with cobwebs of being alone.

So that's my first entry this hour and this day

I long to have wings so I could just fly away.

I'd bring you my dear friend

For if I don't; pure madness could just very well descend.