Kayla Bakken Poems

The place i call home,
is silent and still,
empty and sad,
with rooms to fill,
...

What once was,
won't be again,
look to tomorrow,
let a new day begin,
...

it's spoors crimson red as it raveges on,
dragging it's limb body behind it,
more spiritually wounded than physically,
hunting for a safe edifice,
...

Leviathan lurking at your feet,
watching, waiting, wanting,

your swimming,
...