I feel like dirt today,
Just sitting round not even looking round,
Made up of all of the dead things,
The cold and damp, that gets dark and stays dark just to let me know,
That I feel like dirt today,
The cold and damp, that waters the grass blades,
At the end of the day,
I've invaded the cold damp and gray,
It's the dark mornings lilacs and lilies at Bay,
Fed off the the deep dark dirt that I feel like today.
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
