The leaves fall down like rain, completely silent.
As if the world has nothing to say.
To me, or to anyone, I'm not sure.
I yearn for a message, any kind of message.
Something that will tell me it's all okay.
And I can pretend it is so.
YOU ARE READING
Fighting Reality
PoetryReality and I are at war. What about, I've never really been sure. But I'm trying my best to figure it out.
