Within this world I cease to astound the people I love, Deep is the mire I have sunk under the sky above. Time moves over to cover the veil, No longer the person they want to hail. Morose in my wandering so I do tread, To talk to me, others do dread. Alone in my thoughts of discomfort and gloom, Awaiting an insidious internal doom.
React
Comment
Share
Vaughan Truelove
Delete Comment
Are you sure that you want to delete this comment ?
Lexander J
Delete Comment
Are you sure that you want to delete this comment ?