Feb 2019
The screams
Are
Unbearable
As I head south
I hear them
Echoing
Echoing my name
As if
I am leaving
A whole world
For a dystopia
Of love
Are
Unbearable
As I head south
I hear them
Echoing
Echoing my name
As if
I am leaving
A whole world
For a dystopia
Of love
This poem is generally me struggling with the way my life is turning out right now. Am I doing the right thing? Is this the right door to open? Was I meant for this life?
