The cold seeps through my bones
As I walk along solo
Down and up the trail goes
My very own lost road.
The fine mist begins to thicken
Erasing some of my vision
So I choose to see by listening
Either way, everything has gone missing.
No one notices
That I'm wandering like this
Everything is obscured by the mist
Made by emotional phantom fists.
It's been forever since I posted, hasn't it?
Anyway earlier it was rainy and a bit foggy in my area, so you can guess where the inspiration for this poem came from.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
THOUGHTLESS │✔️
Thơ CaThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
