I’m Crafting Out Lines, Curious & New

I’m crafting out lines, curious & newWriting these rhymes rare & distinguishedI’m waxing on poetic, warming her throughTurns out; I’m quite the cunning linguist

The Clouds Descend Upon Us

The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wade