can you feel the thick black smoke in your lungs?
the poison you can't breathe with, but you are suffocating on?
those are the voices that take your breath
taking the pure air we breathe and turn it into horrendous fumes
but you like it, you are fond of the suffering,
because it will appease your despondency
written 2•11•17
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...
