full of stress,
out of breath
her mind frantic,
her heart, trembling
the ghosts of the past
are weighing her down
the pandemonium is a blur
as she sees her reflection drown
she has become less than a speck of dust
and yet her soul is determined
that she never gives up despite her tired lungs
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.
