It's a struggle to keep the blinds open.
I've been exposed to too much of the world;
I need to sneak away and recharge the battery that keeps me running.
Captivated by the clouds in the sky,
My eyes are sunburnt red;
I can't tell if it's from the drugs or lack of sleep.
Travelling through worlds inside my sky.
I'm searching for something...I don't know what for.
YOU ARE READING
The Process of
PoetryThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
