Hidden in plain sight,
as the middle child, ignored,
blossom in a bush.
See?
Tag: Sydney
Plump and obvious
Pining for nurture,
hangs such succulent despair;
unnourished nature.
Distractions
Cruel world forgets—
hyper-focused on the self,
that others exist.
Imprints
Scrawled in history,
engraved into memory,
the human footprint.
Seasonal feels
Dripping icicles;
chilly shards run down my spine—
my whiskey blossoms.
The Chaos Within 