i leaned my head on wall
i was too tired to think of it
for some reason i was sure it wouldn't fall
and i will not feel sick.
i trusted it like i did before
like i did with my mom and dad
but i've forgotten how it was
when i wished i was dead
i felt asleep. i had my head
leaned on the listless wall
it was as quiet as never was
and nobody did call
YOU ARE READING
moonlight along the river road
Poetrythats my first poetry collection. i wrote it with my fragile heart and broken but still kind soul
