Thursday, June 6, 2019

Never Forgotten by Scott Simmons


These mornings get tougher each and every day.

Whenever the birds chirping outside are your only friends.

They can listen but will never tell you anything more than a song.
Perhaps that is enough for most.

Yet the silence between all the noise still reminds me of you.




Scott Simmons is an aspiring poet and humorist from Houston Texas and is the editor for The Dope Feind Daily. His work has been featured in Ariel Chart, Anti Heroin Chic, Duanes Poetree, Horror sleaze trash, and Medusa's Kitchen. His "artwork" can be found on instagram at deranged_texan. 


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