Poems from Bordley
I can't breathe.
'Let go!' I beseech.
It doesn't budge.
Its strong limbs just grip me tighter and tighter.
I can feel the strain throughout...
The work will not cease
It swirls and swells around me
Consuming my life
I am but one verse in the medley of life.
My notes follow no rhythm but that of my own heart.
No instruments save for those of my soul are...
I care little for luxuries.
Material things like clothing, electronics, and jewelry mean nothing to me.
I don't listen to society.
Media...