Memories like broken glass, scattered across the floor.
Stepping on shards of fluorescent thoughts.
Death should meet me outside my door.
I haven't left my room in days.
I've forgotten what the world looks like.
Society turning trees to a blazing haze.
Someone said my name in my sleep.
It didn't sound so familiar when I awoke.
Now, I'm wondering what it meant to me.
I am no longer myself.
Just some lazy object, staying still.
Can't stand the life I've been dealt.
YOU ARE READING
Where Are My Words?
PoetryMy new poems because my last ones sucked. I went to a slam and was introduced to so many great writers, thought I should start again.
