I want to toss, i want to turn
Away and back - oh idle burn
All spoiled choices start to churn
Till pitchblack insides will return
I mourn and wind and still can't find
Whatever takes this spell to bind
Trying to leave this curse behind
With uttered spite and unwell mind
Why is this path so narrow, tight
Twisted up in shallow light
And every turn doesn't feel right
Sickening mess i can't abide
YOU ARE READING
Blue Poems
PoetryYou're either sad already or you will become sad from reading this. Trying to write hard and clear about what hurts, cause that is what art is all about.
