A sickness, attacking all of what's inside me.
Spawning from within my mind.
A sea of weeds growing to kill the tree;
leaving all but a person behind.
Spreading from thought to thought;
hollowing the soul.
Abandoned, drained, and distraught.
Falling down an endless hole.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis book is my attempt to get back in the flow of writing, as well as improve my mental state by venting some emotions.
