There’s a cloud in my mind,
A fog,
And it can’t be avoided.
I can’t go over it,
I can’t go under it,
Therefore I must see through it.
I will be the eye of the storm,
For this fog is no longer overcast,
But instead a dense, black smog.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Emotions
PoesíaA collection of poetry based around feelings, questions and random lines that pop into my head.
