I cannot help
But to cling
To the memories
Where I once was
Beautiful,
Reduced now
To cold food
In a cracking bowl,
Shivering
Without a blanket,
And typing
Into a text box
I secretly hope
Will delete
This awful thought.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
I cannot help
But to cling
To the memories
Where I once was
Beautiful,
Reduced now
To cold food
In a cracking bowl,
Shivering
Without a blanket,
And typing
Into a text box
I secretly hope
Will delete
This awful thought.
