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May 2020
BS
MY MIND
is bursting and I am growing frustrated. I am losing the ability to communicate. I am sitting in darkness and my words are worthless. Thoughts scroll and scream without meaning. It’s almost 4 am here in some random world location. Inside my head I wonder what is happening on the exact other side. The SUN shines bright somewhere as I sit in shadows. What has meaning? What has value? IS life subjective to where you sit? So many thoughts attack my being. But does it matter?
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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