A level of truth
Yet just enough lies
To let you sleep at night.A steady level
Of controlled breathing
Whilst someone else
Cannot.A sense of dullness
In ones bones
Whilst the other
Is now forever still.Turning off
The light
Whilst someone
Stumbles blindingly.Breathing in oxygen
While someone else
Struggles for air.Feeling peace
Means that
Someone else
Never will.
YOU ARE READING
Solitude- Collection.
PoesíaThe material I shall write until the ability to write Anti-Gospels comes back to me (Despite Anti-Gospels hasn't been written in months.) Enjoy