Poems from Kenna Castleberry
I am a writer, ink flows in my veins like hot blood. I think writing is equal to breathing and sometimes I hold my breath for days.
I'm a first class writer,
VIP introvert.
And don't tell me I'm not the observer,
because I am the observer of the observed.
My fingers...
I’ll make this simple
In today’s society words sound as dumb as a bag of rocks,
No scratch that, a syndicate of rocks,
There does that...
This poem is for the people who have put me in a box.
They have said: “Here you may come, and no further!”
I have been categorized.
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