Fading out.
Fading back in.
Out. And in again.
Sometimes I exist
Sometime I don't
Sometimes it matters
Sometimes it won't
A blur in the background
A mere speck of dust
My simple solitude, at rust
Thrusted into this, unarmed.
Unprepared. Uncooperative. Unable.
Sometimes I exist
Sometime I don't
Sometimes it matters
Sometimes it won't
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
PoésiePoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
