#114-Way out
22/11/2017
Squeezed,
Crumpled,
Finding it hard,
To see through the fog…
Think of a new season,
Tiny blossoms, and
Life’s joys!
The inner voice whispers,
But it’s drowned out, and
I cannot hear.
– – – – – –
Indistinguishable, empty, crushed.
– – – – – –
Thoughts are hard to change,
But when I can,
With it comes peace of mind,
And sleep,
Through the dark of night…
