Days in a blur,
endless, unraveling.
Like a fraying rope,
time loosely swings.
There's no excuse.
Age timeless, but traveling,
'til I'm bowed before
the hall of kings.
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Ghostwriter
PoesiaLiving 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...
honey, hold my funeral while i've still got the balls
Days in a blur,
endless, unraveling.
Like a fraying rope,
time loosely swings.
There's no excuse.
Age timeless, but traveling,
'til I'm bowed before
the hall of kings.
