It will go up.
It will go down.
It will die,
Without a sound.
You think it's gone.
You think you're finally clean.
It's never gone.
You'd be foolish to ever think that.
We're all fools.
YOU ARE READING
Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
