i am sinking
deeper into despair
forgetting experiences
forgetting words
i am numb
wasting away
in a pit of comfort
alone i am
cold tendrils
embrace me
the warmth escapes me
my mind
haunting me
my memories
killing me
as i fall into
the abyss
slipping into a haze
slipping away from
the pain of reality
i am wilting
like a dying rose
and no one realizes
how far i've drowned
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poesia'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
