Picking myself up,
From the pieces that left me broken.
Swinging my feet,
Making my thoughts wander elsewhere.
I had began travelling,
From the fabric of time, diminishing memories.
Just like a ghost,
I feel at lost.
I want to experience "living".
Where I can finally abandon
The things that kept me insane.
Step by step, the shackles break.
YOU ARE READING
My Solace
PoetryA mixture of unsaid thoughts and emotions, where no one could hear but everyone can see.
