On Fridays, I will start posting poetry. I am NO poet. Ha! I really am starting to enjoy the experimentation though. I’m sure that I am too rhymey and timey, but that’s not the point. The point is I made this. I’m expressing myself. That is the point of my poetry.



By Candidly Ash


Tell cannot I, which things

Secrets hold inside

Devoid is the well inside me


Not for lack of wanting

Longing resounds

A writhing echo that smells


A fight in a windowless cavern

Depth and stillness in drought

Night holds no answers

For those without

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