Poems from eamessavussu

Words are my calling and living is my inspiration.
It was the words of the broken that spoke to me, fast & rapid - a tidal wave rushing through my shredded memories of her weathered face...
It was the words of the broken that spoke through me, fast & rapid - a tidal wave rushing through my shredded memories of her weathered...
I feel so tired Yet restless My moves wired Was I careless  All the voices Rising and decreasing Useless jabber poison All the pain seeking...
Everyday a new day The sun shined in the sky Clear and displayed A new day of tries   Yesterday a day in the past Let go of all the doubt...
My eyes shut closed Cut out from the world Left ear dead Right ear bleeding red   Words come and go I always try to go with the flow But...