I stare at the ceiling
Then to the corner of my eye
Felt the water leaving
Numb from the emotions building inside
Lack interest in living
Breathing was not even a choice for my kind
Waiting for a death sentence to be given
By life who's unkind to those restless mind
YOU ARE READING
Timely sea waves
PoetryI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
