My lines were so faint everyone
told me they didnt count
but they were still there
visible and real to anyone
who cared to look
to listen
faint yes
but the pain, the pain was real
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
Lines
My lines were so faint everyone
told me they didnt count
but they were still there
visible and real to anyone
who cared to look
to listen
faint yes
but the pain, the pain was real
