Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
slowly by slowly every color decides to fade
ran out of fuel, running on empty
drinking cold cups of old coffee
pressure from all sides
I'm about to expire
and fade away into nothingness so i can't be accused of being a burnout
sometimes it takes a lot to feel again
i wish you could light my spark but it takes time to heal
phie
Written by
phie
170
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems