By Scott Bailey © 2026
I came from stability
So I crave it
I came from poverty
Where I am stuck
I came from love
So I know how to feel
Where did these
Clueless politicians
Come from?
What will they leave us?
In response to malformed_poetry’s prompt
https://www.threads.com/@malformed_poetry/post/DUDxhMlCIyP?xmt=AQF0AsMPUEp-I94lTywrz95lFEl5XjRM8FlAu6yvbg-ona6j45UhwmKD2ZVrrQRCi_94PbaN&slof=1
Embark on a poetic journey of 365 pieces, each a unique expression born from dreams and emotions. Spanning diverse forms like haiku, sonnets, and free verse, they mirror my daily mood—ranging from sadness to joy, grief to love.
Amid life’s chaos, these poems offer a brief respite, inviting readers to pause and view the world through a new lens. Join me in discovering solace and reflection within the lines of each verse.
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 