I'm walking on the snowy sidewalks, shaking shoulders, and foggy breath.
It's silent.
Walking at night somehow gives me peace. But also sadness
Christmas lights cause this sadness because I see families.
Real family's hanging up lights on their Christmas tree.
Their laughing and happy.
Something I haven't done or been for real since I was 7.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a damaged soul
PuisiMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
