This exhaustion
was a balm a
lotion
that I let see into my soul
until it turned acidic and
corrosive and
now I can hardly breathe
beneath the blanket of
quiet I have
wrapped myself in and
no one can hear
through its barrier but
would I really want them to see
how tired I've become?
YOU ARE READING
Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
