Deep breaths should follow expectantly
Empty lungs waiting to gain.
I know what should belong in the gaps
But there is nothing else for me to grasp.
So as a balloon with too many holes to patch
Deflating, I fade anticipatory
YOU ARE READING
Slippery Slopes
PoetryI am uncertain at the time, properly poems that make little to no sense.. bUt HEY THAT'S JUST GOOD OLE ME. midnight blues cause for poetic motivation
