In the blinding light of the sun
is a bleeding core
who aches for nothing more
but an attention
it'll cross the torturous
and painful path
to see the absent enthusiasm
of the world
it was never wanted
but it wants to be
YOU ARE READING
Soliloquized
PoetryA collection of poems and prose. Grief, melancholy, pain, and maybe, just maybe I could write something that resembles happiness too.
