It feels like I'm dying
laying next to you
Knowing how close the end is.
Loud siren-like static blasts in my ears
As thoughts of the future are obscured by smoke
Of confusion,
Created from the fires
Of bridges to past memories burned.
What do we wear
To our daily living funerals?
YOU ARE READING
Love, Depression, and the Overlap
PoesiaPoetry inspired during the roughest couple of years.
