I was lost,
wandering over
the furious seas.
For months
I wander
with no direction.
I have isolated myself
and found comfort
in the raging storms.
But you were my lighthouse, calling me back home.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
