Coma
Somewhere where maybe in the uncertain
I'll be going away
Walking through the misty meadows
Walking through the sorrows
Maybe I'll be gone for a while
Maybe forever
Maybe someday I'll come back
Or maybe I won't
Shattered
Shattered like a glass hitting the floor
Spread through the room
I could gather the pieces but they won't ever mend
There would be pieces that would never be recovered
And there would always be those cracks
In my trust, they will always last
YOU ARE READING
Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.
