The window pane is fogged
with heavy drops of rain,
each one pounding hard
against the roof.
The trees are all weighed down,
the sky is dark and gray,
and thunder softly stirs
without a clue.
YOU ARE READING
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...
