My own two feet
Are no longer sound
My head spinning
Turn and turn
Trying to see straight
But the world won't stop
It waits for no one
And my feet will slip
And my body will fall
And my head will hurt
It hurts you.
But I'm only broken.
A kind of broken that cannot be fixed
And I'm only lost
A little very confused
And I only have my own two feet
No longer sound
Spinning
So I am sorry
That I have hurt you.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom.
PoetryA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
