i caught myself in those fragments
the sadness in my eyes
the clenching of my heart
the misery that lingers at my back
no matter how much i thrive
i still go back to the comfort of my isolation
embracing the efforts of my bitter lamentation
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
