The days
They phase
All together
Dazed
My mind tased
Everything jumbled
What is the day
I don't know the way
Everything is a blur
I will never not daze
My mind lays
Awake
There is no rest this day
Where is the way?
Only the feeling of daze
Clouding these days
Why?
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Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
