The sweet reality of the nothing that indulges the world
We've all felt it
We've all experienced its wrath
We all know of the silence it brings in with it's cold winter draft
We all know nothing never lasts
It's all round us and floats around our heads
Welcoming itself in our beds
But if your one of the ones like me, who can't seem to care about a thing
You might just see boredom as boredom and that's all it will ever be.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of the Middle
PoetryThis is just a big old book full of edgy and cringy poems. I used to write poetry on my old account but never got around to writing some on this account. A good friend of mine got me into poetry again so here it is! Read at your own will.
