When the day draws to an end, I think of you,
When the dawn breaks, I'm almost jealous of you,
But then I taste something, you'll never taste,
Or see something good, you missed in your haste,
So I know I need to go on, not to give in,
These dangerous thoughts, I won't let win,
Talking like this, can be taboo,
But maybe you'd be here, if you'd tried to.
🌱 Katane 🌱
YOU ARE READING
Surviving - Month 2
PoetryContinuing my plan to write my problems away, with a silly little poem once a day. Covering varied topics depending on what's at the front of my brain.
