Losing grip of my own hand
As the long road pops up ahead
The sky is misty
The wind is windy
I can barely use sense
When it comes to something this intense
The fact of my own disappearance
From myself
Makes it incredibly easy
For those rather ******
To use me
Losing grip of my own sanity
I own my own vulnerability
And I must say
I am very vulnerable
written 29 December 2018.
by The Lenora.
All rights reserved.