i am so fucking unsure about
everything.
why is nothing,
not one
single
thing
one hundred percent solid?
my whole fucking life is slipping away,
it's sliding through my fingers like sand on a
rainy day.
it's coincidental,
by the way,
because it's raining right now and
all i want to do is scream at the sky and
hope the clouds absorb my harsh words.
maybe that will help me get rid of my uncertainty.
maybe that will work.
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
