There's something in my chest
Weighing me down
I’m beginning to feel the dreariness,
Fatigue sets in my weary bones
As I sit frigid and fearless for hours in the snow
If I lay here long enough, maybe my thoughts will solidify and my eyes will flutter closed.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC
There's something in my chest
Weighing me down
I’m beginning to feel the dreariness,
Fatigue sets in my weary bones
As I sit frigid and fearless for hours in the snow
If I lay here long enough, maybe my thoughts will solidify and my eyes will flutter closed.