I am reading and I will do my best to get eyes on the creatives. Being a creative person is never easy, but it is a necessity in my eyes.

Well I was hooked from the first line, where does poetry go when it dies? I guess into oblivion to exist but be unseen and unheard. It’s crazy how we have so devalued and under appreciated art in any of its true forms when the world we live in now screams all the things that should make it thrive.

Mic Drop! Excellent write, Nick. Appreciate you.

Damian

I will never surrender my ink! We’re not dying. We’re simply finding pockets of safety in a world gone mad. If I could put this on my reading list, I would…twice. Damn…

That’s terrific and honest.

Its hard to touch another’s suffering unless you’ve suffered yourself….I feel your pain.🙏

You have captured here that which is often so hard to put into words.

I’ve been depressed in the past, but some are clinically depressed and can’t get out of it without prescribed drugs. I feel for those people. It’s as though I’ve been released from jail due to time and age and they’re still in.
This really hits the nail on the head.

Funny how a spot on a wall has a secret story. Enjoyed this