Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
My Outlet
My Outlet
Jwaun Simmons
The outlet to peoples
Minds
The remote to the TV,
the fire that burns the wood.
They connect like branches in a tree,
Poetry lets people know how I feel, no matter if I’m mad or sad poetry my best friend and were still holding hands.
Poetry to me is like the birds in the tree
Even though it goes away it always comes flying back to me……..