King of Nothing : Writing

Hand to hold

Hand to hold

A Poem by King of Nothing


When the cliffside crumbles, I fall. I may grab on to the ledge. All I need to climb back up is a hand to grab on to. And yet, I can only grab my o..
Born silent

Born silent

A Poem by King of Nothing


We're born into the world crying. We're born into the world crying because we cannot breathe, and cannot speak. We cry because we don't know how to ..