Poems from Austen Gnad
My breath loses thought, but my brain is reeling through images and I swear it won't ever stop.
A dose of fear catches hold of me at least...
The waves are crashing. It’s constant.
And the storm isn’t breaking. And the world seems redundant.
I pick up a pen in order to gain...
The waves are crashing. It's constant.
And the storm isn't breaking. And the world seems redundant.
But something is there that keeps me...