Category: Poem 1

Almost Child

Almost Child By: Nelia-Sol White   Sometimes I’d wake up, bleary-eyed and slightly riled, And you’d already be gone, carried away by some Childish, boisterous, unwanted hallucination. Or, perhaps, insomnia. One of those, always. Sometimes I’d be able to hear you, Moving about like a fly trying to find an exit. But I wouldn’t go near you I learned that… Read more →