just one more day,
and it becomes two, three.
time bleeds and days blend,
realizing one morning that
it's been weeks, months, years.
but the yearning never ceases.
the desire always there.
one phone call,
another opportunity
and it begins again.
disorder, obsession, compulsion.
you fight them every day.
YOU ARE READING
southpaw scribbles | ✎
Poetrywords have always had the power to inflict change and inspire humanity but this is my collection of the dark and twisted.
