Rolling eyes
Clock never stops.
This old routine,
Stuck in a while...
A sick malady
Unwanted gut feel
Scrambled thoughts
Fluttering in the breeze
Grains of sand,
A confusion in mind.
Innumerable whispers,
Following around.
My unseen ghost,
A disturbing premonition.
I need answers!
On my white sheet of paper.
YOU ARE READING
What's Next?(The Untold 2)
PoesíaYou'll never really learn unless you give yourself a hard try- Lei Strauss
