I'm losing control through every shattering breath
what I've become
I'm trying to believe with my mangled mind
what I've become
I'm trying to see through broken eyes
what I've become
Can't swallow down with the sickness inside
what I've become
Can't win the painstaking, demanding battle
what have I become?
YOU ARE READING
Swept Ashore
PoetryBe swept away in the ocean of poetry, wash ashore in a sanctuary of words, a place where you will be safe from the harsh world of sanity, catch a breath of the sea breezy air, twinged with the insanity that only writers know.
