i'm slipping
when there's no sound to drown out
all the things i can't think about
i'm slipping
when the ashy ombré sun descends
the world keeps spinning
and i'm left sitting
i'm slipping
watching those around me rise
as i choke on the dust they leave
baron of all the hope i could possibly-conceive
i'm slipping
stuck in my mind
left behind
no one there to stop me in time
i've slipped
YOU ARE READING
where my thoughts go to die
Poetryshort poems written when something is consuming me
