Dancing shadows flicker on the walls, old memories linger in the halls, sadness shines from the eyeballs. I hear a faint noise as the wolf calls, nothing here matters, not anymore. Pages of stories once read, now torn. A new day too, will soon be born.
YOU ARE READING
Fighting The Waves
PoetryPoems and ramblings of a wandering daydreaming mind. I want to one day raise awareness of mental health related problems. Please take a read.
