Short lapse in reality,
Logic against normality,
Roadblocks ahead of me.
Not losing my strides
or forgetting the upsides
Is of the most importance.
Short red pulses like so,
Hundreds come and go,
Though they seem to stay.
Eyes filled with regret,
Trying not to forget
The hole in my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Some of my dark poems I guess
RandomIf these don't make sense it ain't my fault, my mind never made sense anyway.
