I'll sit here waiting,
The clock filling slowly,
Dead, but not lifeless,
Dread, because it's no where near weightless,
I should probably just head off to bed,
But I'll probably just sit here and fret instead,
Stretched out, I'm forced to remind them they have plenty of room,
Dropping out, I'm reminded they do not have any room.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
