Even after seeing my mental state,You still stand in the eye of the hurricane.
Leaving me to wonder,
Who are you?
And how long are you willing to stay?
YOU ARE READING
memiors of the broken
PoetryI found myself lifted from my venom clouded thoughts. All minds can run laps while standing still. This is my story. These are memiors of the broken.
you.
Even after seeing my mental state,You still stand in the eye of the hurricane.
Leaving me to wonder,
Who are you?
And how long are you willing to stay?