Poems from Megan Collins
It's the way we see eachother
And view the world
We fold paper and inspect the creces
Cry at the sight or sound of truth
Wish for what was...
There is space
And there is depth
Deep within the mind
Room for worries,
Mistakes, and
Complex forms
Of expression
The boundaries
Are...
Consumed by the Light
Distract, React.
At every angle
The object changes
Appearance Altered
Until the realization
Until the epiphany
You...
How far do you really stand from the edge?Unexplained sadness and disturbances They flow through you stimulating depression You want to do...
There will be no silence There will be no restNo word or actionWill be enough.The way you feelWas it really that way?Or is that just how...