Lying in the tall, green grass,
I watch the fish swim overhead.
The color of their shining scales
reflect on my skin, silver and red.
Patiently I wait, alone,
as the bubbles float away.
If only everyday could be
the same as yesterday.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
