Do you know the feeling?
When life starts crashing down?
But you're stuck under the rubble with dust in your lungs
My flowers were just starting to bloom after the fire
Then came the hurricane
I'm not sure I have the energy to replant
The soil has been soured
No life shall thrive here
Should I give up?
Just join the worms?
I could always hang on
And slowly lose my mind
Maybe I can borrow someone else's
YOU ARE READING
We Became The Mad Men
PoetryI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
