there i was, in
a pharmacy, a
small building with white walls and
rows and rows of
medicine.
it was around
two am-
a late hour, in
the middle of the night,
right about
when everyone in a town should be
quiet, and
asleep.
(i was awake and
looking for something for my
pains.
no pills for me, i
found myself hiding in an
aisle, blanketed from head to toe in
a red sea of
disbelief.
again?)
how could i
fall so far?
again?
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...
