Nervous I

Rhythm and flow become out of control…

Studder and stammering is a sound to behold…

Feelings of uncertainty dominate… How do I still practice restraint?

You leave me with such bewilderment, surely this is all misplaced endearment.

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost. 🖤 Comments welcomed. 🖤

Cajun poetry

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