awful poet

Do I need the love of another? Am I agreed two hearts are above the peace and respite one feels on their own, the well-tested the solemnity of my home? I fear the question is its answer. It’s presence demands… An acceptance of the fate dealt by its hands.

rapping on the metal sheets that house the wheels which pull the garage door into and out of its shield warm rain, beating down… an April din small hours, ushering in spring again #poetry #poem #WritingCommunity