one left
i don't know where is this going.
i can't see the way.
i can't see the light.
it was so shady.
the fog is too thick.
i don't know where this is going.
i don't have a light.
i don't have an eye.
i don't have an ear.
i don't have anything.
i lose everything.
i try to feel the something in my pocket.
oh, a pen. . .
— the only companion i want
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
