it’s bad, don’t read it.
utterloneliness
i’ve listened to riptide
and played some games on phone
escaping life in swallow of good wine
i wish i were home
i’ve laid whole day in messy bed
doing nothing but being absolutely lazy
i’ve tried so hard to escape the trap
but my mind is being hazy
and insubordinate… how pitiful… using clever words.
the sense of life comes with sense of pure understanding
the way you have some people but still having not enough to fill the hollowed loneliness beneath your chest
it’s constant pain following you a step behind
clawing to your thoughts, sucking up your mind
this poem starts so light but then it finds its sense
in rows or line of truth and trap
of loneliness i feel when it reaches me
when it comes to want a ‘home’ somewhere i can’t have it.
