memories can stain the world
written by: PMMurphy
@PMMurphyArtist
i played with gravel
in my hands;
until it turned into sand.
noted the past time that
the playground seemed,
to be limitless
it was forever ago,
ages
remembering you, has caused
not only the place
we use to be, to become
a new beach;
but it has caused,
my hands to bleed ideas
into the sand itself
Hi my name is Patrick Murphy, I am a writer in the confessional genre of poetry.
I write for fun and hobby first and enjoy it as an art form.
My goal is to help fight stigma when it comes to mental illness.
I write for fun and hobby first and enjoy it as an art form.
My goal is to help fight stigma when it comes to mental illness.
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