there are clouds somewhere up here
i saw them once in a dream
and they've followed me since
they can rain upon us the cure
the hunger, the thirst, the blessing, the curse
it'll thrive then disperse, burrow and burst, till worse comes to worst
and you're left a heart full of frozen lakes
you're stuck on the question that aches
"am i real or am i fake?"
YOU ARE READING
rats follow me
Poesiaredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
