Our world only keeps us living
The acts among oneselves suffer
Limbs can only imagine so breathe and
love;
to last you
I tend to notice looking into those solid colored eyes
They trace your path
Screaming, pain
Hand through hair, questioning
The limbs that contain are soul?
How we breathe is how I scream out
This world of people, gives me room to breathe
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
