Washed out,
I've been working on washing all the dirt out,
Being honest with myself,
Understanding that when I sleep,
It should be in peace.
Stretched out under the stars,
Just to roll over and wonder why the horizon never faded,
And has yet to disappear on me,
Ain't a place to go but I guess that ridge line in the morning.
But for now I've curled up,
Washed all the soiled waters out,
A good days time,
And yet here I'm crying,
This hell on earth is paradise
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
