I lose myself in paragraphs spaced by time,
The hardest among those being of longings, yearnings
Placed so close to each other with no heed.
Experience gained from someone else's work,
Pointless pain nurturing guilt and seeding fruits of monotonous nightmares...
Maybe a hopeless small mind like mine sees beauty in desecrated filth,
But the soul inside calls for its found home.
Only the faint whimpers of that wanting last the unforgiving ruthlessness of forces against.
YOU ARE READING
I Follow Me Walking Away
PuisiWhen you choose to read what's written inside... Ask if you're ready to embrace the chaos of nothingness. Everything is sad, sad being the true feeling portraying unhidden complexity, I accept it, more often than I should. This is a collection o...
