May 31
Sometimes I can only watch as my life falls apart.
Mostly it's in little ways.
Watching the first domino tick over,
Making no attempt to slow or halt it's progress.
Sometimes I can only watch as my life falls apart.
Occasionally in big ways.
As for my body, I am not it's owner.
Or my heart craves and my mind suppresses.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
