Most days I lie in bed
And I think about life
What I've gained
And what I've lost.
Most days I listen to music
And I wonder why we exist
Do we have a purpose?
Why are we alive?
Most days I think about you
And I swim in a sea of melancholy
Your quirky smile and soothing voice
Merely memories of the past.
Most days I think about death
The unfaltering embrace
Greeting me with cold arms
Diving into unfathomable depths.
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
