Grief Scents
My room smells like death and urine
So do my bedsheets
But I don't want to clean his cage
And I don't want to ride the bedsheets
These are the last scents I have
Against what becomes memories
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AngelP
Hello world of poetry! I utilize poetry as an escape from the stresses of my life, but more importantly because I love the way re-reading one of my written poems feels. It's like feeling what's really going on inside my cranium, the talent, the drive, the need to just spill loose thoughts. All of my poems are spontaneous bursts of thought that happen without much consensus to anything else I'm doing at the time. So enjoy and give feedback!
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