Under perfectly clear skies
A sun that burns my eyes
In a room that always feels strange
I encounter thoughts I cannot seem to arrange in a way
To make anything make sense
An imaginary fence separates
As if 400 miles were not enough
As if I needed some other arbitrary invention to keep my distance
Sorrow is so persistent
Like an unstoppable leak
And the sadness creeps till I am ankle deep
Wading, waiting for sleep
A long hiatus
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