A dawning had never been so bleak
while all of me exerted
despite tasting the flavor of "beyond weak;"
surroundings so bitter, my mind was the box where I yearned in partial peace, for hardly any place
had a space
for my release.
In fact, while others were intact,
visualizing and comparing
their lives
developed into my inevitable knack.
Closing,
my time is closing,
yet with too much delay;
I should be somewhere,
or should've been, though it seems like
there'll never be a someday.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
