Stare at the page
Lost
Uninspired
Tired eyes and a dry throat
But
I
Think this
Could mean something
How did I get here?
Who am I
How did I do this before
Or was that even me
Really, there's no way to tell
Even the sweetest minds have darkness
Why speak if no
One listens, words are just noise
Mantras to support us
Always pretending
Never again
Now read the first letter of each line
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry from a Happy World
PoesíaThis is a collection of my own poetry born from living a happy life in a sad world and a sad life in a happy one.
