The mind dwells on things,
making them seem
worse than they are
I'm looking through a tunnel
I can never seem to clearly see the end,
all there is,
is a trap
that never ends
go back or go forward,
either way you'll lose
so you might as well give up
what else is there to choose?
I can only see through tunnels,
missing all the important details
to the puzzle that I have made up myself
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
