IT WON'T LAST
She was smoking her last marlboro
"Everything has an end", she whispered to herself.
Since early she had learned that
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing stays the same
People, moments and things go and never come back.
But she always stays the same,
the same intensity
Just a little bit more intensely empty, intensely sad.
Trying to learn how to deal with loneliness and abandonment
It's always in vain.
YOU ARE READING
Amnesic Flesh - a poetry book
PoetryI present to you a book with poems that are words flowing in my heart and in my mind, desperately trying to be heard.
