And here we sit throwing morals out the window,
Can you hear it too,
The values thier screaming,
Crying through the fires knowing that all that does harm,
Eventually brings new growth,
Forever and always forgotten in the chaos of heat.
The tears boil rolling down my face,
Why is it then I cannot get relief,
And now I'm stumbling down still heavy with exhaustion,
Wasn't this supposed to help?
- Joshua Banks JJAJ
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
