9:14 pm, Wednesday, 12th July
Is it a vague blunder of words that strings
loosely around my mind like a halo,
or is it soft flickers of thoughts that glow bright
under fractured moonlight - reflecting
grief stricken shadows across walls that are
falling apart with the years that go by?
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 //
