This place is a broken, dark shelter
We live here and we think we're free
A shattered smile with no heart inside
A numbness filled with what she wanted to be
They speak their minds, hollow thoughts
She was in the corner, searching for home
They extricate words, without thinking first
And they don't even know, they blew out her poem
I knew I should to come and untie it
She needs a chance to meet another earth
So I make my way with hope, counting my paces
Showing her how inches can make it worth.
YOU ARE READING
Every Passing Day
Poetry"I don't know the way, The dark leaves me blind, But you are the light." - Nine Lashes. Hope you'll enjoy :) Jessica Olson. Note: all the photos i use are from tumblr.
