Time, time, time spent,
Lost, and wander in the thoughts.
Contemplating, absorbed and consumed.
Lost in the head, of what is to dread.
And what is to do.
Even the stars in the sky,
the man in the moon.
They change with time,
Why shouldn't I?
I wanna,
I thought
I'm gonna,
I'm not.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
