Plant flowers on the
Grave that I call home
To the reasons I am
Buried six feet below
The air I can no longer
Breathe in.
Watch the turned soil
Turn into a garden of
Colour I can no longer
Imagine in a world
Of black and darkness.
YOU ARE READING
Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
