You know, these thoughts happen. If I died, I thought to myself. Maybe the world would be brought to a standstill, Maybe all sorrows I've incurred would dissipate. All blames to be apportioned would go

I am reaching out to other Poets on Steemit. I would love for all my poetry to be seen to the wider audience, but alas, a lot of my work just seems to fly down down the steemit list abyss and disappears