Like a fog.
No direction
No careJust walk
No speed
Just fast
Just achingly slowVapors are cotton
Thick. Opaque.Adieu, my breath
Bend the once-proud neck
Crushing Stone-mills
All
too
realWho are you
What have you doneNo one
NothingSee what I've become?
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How Wonderful: The Poetry of Disjointed Minds
PoetryPoems for any that are lost. For any that have tried and failed for lasting joy. A humble attempt to comfort and mourn with you through words. For anyone wondering... The cover picture is of a sunrise, not a sunset. I think all the glory is given...