Moving slow
No direction
Where should I go
Feeling down
With no one around
I'm drowning
But no one sees the light blinking
No one's thinking
As im steady sinking .
How could this be
It's always about you
But what about me
My life's on the line
But I smile as if im fine
Everything is great
Til times up and it's to late
Passed due u missed the date
Now you gotta bury me early
A little after 8.
YOU ARE READING
scattered ideas
Poetrythis is a book filled with the random thoughts of a 25 year old surviving in what i call ''jack-ghan-i-stan''. from jackson , ms a real out of the ordinary , off the wall different kind of story.
