・゜・。.
caught in a spiral
of my own bleak emotions
but too tired to care
i would say 'i wish i could go back'
but what good would that do
when i can't remember
the last time
i was genuinely at my best?
・゜・。.
・゜・。.
・゜・。.
*bloodless; feeble; pale; wan
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
