So I'll read until the words are illegible and my eyes can no longer stay open,
I'll figure my way out of the labyrinth by continuing hoping;
I'll believe in the great perhaps, even though it makes no sense,
I'll smoke to die and I'll laugh to cry and the great perhaps may commence.
I'll stay awake because sleep doesn't help, it just becomes addicting,
Does it really matter what causes the pain, even if it's self-inflicting?
Pain cannot be avoided, it's inevitable, it will always be there,
The cause is irrelevant now, I'll just learn not to care.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
