Reality is blurry;
Time is confusing,
For I sit lost in my thoughts,
Trying to dig my way out,
Struggling to tighten the loose grip I
Have of this reality,
But no matter how hard I fight,
I feel like I'm fading,
And I fear soon....
I'll disappear.
-Bright
YOU ARE READING
The Quill Spits Blood
PuisiAnd so my heart bleeds unto the paper, telling my stories in bloody stains. ●Everything is better expressed in poetry! ●A compilation of poems written by yours truly.
