DESPERATE FOR NEW
Bleak to the hollow of my bones
Barely walking
As if a New born fawn limping away from desolate
searching for new
Not what was before in my mothers wound
Eyes tainted with the lightest of blues
Perspective not shown over this colored cloud that's overdue
But mind is aware
Arms searching despite the blind
Desperate for new
YOU ARE READING
4am
PoesiaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
