Its crappy

Inside I’m running,

Tears mosten my face,

Gotta rise for the shear delight,

A warm,sweet kitten held in my hands,

Cradled near my face,

Blessed not to be human

The delight of never feeling; uncertain,

Or the emptiness that fails to egnight this day for me,

I will hold all six,

hope their life will warm me and start my heart,

The abyss feels near enough to pull me in,

Swallowing me,

Blackness seeps into my sadness,

Listen to “Its crappy” from Val’s Whitewolf Books on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/A-gay-Iowan-Poet-e2fet3p/Its-crappy-aaufb9g

Published by Val Whitewolf

Val Whitewolf Go live on TikTok everyday. Two emails valheikewhitewolf@gmail.com and valwhitewolfpoet@gmail.com only one. I've written every day for over 500 Days but I didn't notice that I've had 11 days you can keep your virtual things so you mean nothing to me I know how many times I've written Val Heike pen and spirit animal Whitewolf .. https://www.tiktok.com/@valheikewhitewolf?_t=8i4NOlqQ9nC&_r=1

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