Apr 2020
How can I go on like this
I can’t breathe
How can I fight for the light
I can’t see
How can I cry all alone
I can’t grieve
How can I live in this word
of disease
I can’t breathe
How can I fight for the light
I can’t see
How can I cry all alone
I can’t grieve
How can I live in this word
of disease
I actually wrote this long before our world’s current state, so I would suggest to think of this poem more metaphorically...
