An empty abyss
Engulfing me
Silent surround sound
Cant simply be,
Nonexistent
Yet ever so present
Realities bent
With time not spent
In proper moments
Stuck in darkness
My lifes spent
Without happiness
The past devours
My weakness with in
Spinning for hours
Spitting others sins
YOU ARE READING
Wicked Games
PoetryI decided to start writing about things I am feeling and thinking. This entire year has been completely crazy . I hope my story helps show my development as a person.
