Poems from sgrover
It’s so strange how things connect.
The convergence created,
How some things just fall together
And others fall apart.
If space is...
Water from the faucet running.
An element mined from the inner and outer core of this painful existence.
Digging deeper and deeper....
Running up the hill
Barefoot and burdened.
Running
Running
Running
To what I'm not sure.
Some place far away from here.
I can hear...
When will the fire go out?
Your warmth and mine.
Sparks in the sky.
Ash falls on our faces.
The smoke fills our lungs.
Toxic.
What once...