Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2020
As the moon rises I am taken by the clouds,
Wrapped in their infinitely subtle grasp.
As the vapor curls around me,
all my pain is gone.
The buzzing silences, my heart slows,
my mind stops.

So beautifully silent
I bask in the warmth and
Numbness that surrounds me.
I smile as I let the clouds caress my soul.
Healing old wounds in peace.
M Cannon
Written by
M Cannon  23/F
(23/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems