11:05 pm, Saturday, 6th May
sleep plagues my vision
and drowns the cavity of my chest,
but I possess a mind drawn to the constant buzzing
of lively thoughts that pulsate through my veins
and keep me awake,
even in the darkest hours of the night.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
