do not mock me
i will only be here
for a moment and
when that moment
is up, you will decay if
you do not heed
save yourself from
your mind
slowly decaying it will
bring you down as well
your spirit will lift
and return to the atmosphere
leaving without you;
leaving you on the cold
dry pavement to expire;
leaving you without a sense of
direction, so young ankle biter
save yourself before it's too
late, don't end up like me
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
