Powdered Dreams
And Pill-Shape hope
A Needle’s Kiss
A false escape
But soon it fades
The pain returns
The truth unfolds
Left alone
With sweaty hands
Chasing deceitful comfort
That slips like sand
Renewal is wanted
A path to heal,
To break these chains
And to once again feel.
A project I had for health class, I took the opportunity to post it here too