We weather the storm of thought and retrospection,
our words are metaphors of our daily lives..
Some light like a candle others like space a flickering
with no warmth,
But swallowed by the darkness,
awaiting its last breath.
Suffocated by the glass held in waiting,
for it to drown in its own fumes.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
We weather the storm of thought and retrospection,
our words are metaphors of our daily lives..
Some light like a candle others like space a flickering
with no warmth,
But swallowed by the darkness,
awaiting its last breath.
Suffocated by the glass held in waiting,
for it to drown in its own fumes.
