melancholic music rings through
the speakers as
the outpour of rain finds its destination
on the cold empty streets
of a life
with different names.
loosing myself entirely in the aggressive
pattering on my window,
i wonder what death feels like.
how peaceful it must be,
compared to the hell i was living.
-m
YOU ARE READING
year 1.
Poetrya collection of poetry written by yours truly as i navigate through the emotions of my first year of college and the summer before. enjoy <3 -malia d #12 in poetry (sept 12 2020)
