Untitled

Random Unsorted Drafts / 28 February 2019

no one ever tells me,

of the wrongs I do,

the options I had,

the wrongs made … and,

I don’t even care,

ANYMORE; NO MORE; MORE,

I only see less,

by the day; less and less,

by night; squeaking beds,

I dream of squeak,

of you telling me

I am wrong

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.