I feel as if my very existence is a war,
The unending sort.
And, at the end of the day,
When I'm still alive,
I know that I've won the fight,
But,
Also,
That I'm losing the war.
YOU ARE READING
Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
