Paroled from my mind,
I lacerated my veins
– I didn’t expect this –
Living with scars of torment,
Death keeps escaping my grip.
Didn’t Expect This by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse
Mental Health
My Anxiety
She is like the undercurrent Swirling beneath the sea; Striking in an instance She’ll bring you to your knees. She
February 13, 2015
