I'm complacent.
stuck in the same spot.
never growing. never progressing.
cornered.
All of the walls i've built as protection are slowly crumbling,
Like they were never there in the first place.
i scramble to put the pieces of my life back together
but it's no use.
shattered.
everything i thought i knew went up in a cloud of smoke.
now polluting the earth.
my grey cloud is now yours.
YOU ARE READING
words in the fog
Poesiapoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
