I wish someone would tell me / your scribbles stink / of self-loathing and pitiless belly button fluff // I wish for more / not same / different days / no blame // I wish / to saunter / through rain / sans pain // I wish someone would tell me / my scribbles stink / paving the way / for silence
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.