mess. little poet Uncategorized May 1, 2020 1 Minute I am in the eye of my hurricane Waiting to be blown away Everything is spinning All so chaotic Away from a promised utopia Far from my control No one can go through. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by little poet little girl with overpowering thoughts. View all posts by little poet Published May 1, 2020