Poem #2/30: [Untitled]

This world has destroyed itself
readjusted
countless times. 
 
Here we are, 
somehow. 

I have much to face
that I haven't
don't want to
make plans. 

I don't know
(do you?) 

whether the heart stops
on the in-breath
or the out
 

 

 

#NationalPoetryMonth #30/30 #2of30