Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2021
I'm standing on thin ice
sometimes solid, sometimes shallow
I balance precariously
when I hear the cracks begin
standing on this thin ice
this constant feeling persist
weaving throughout days in my life
and to fall
is to descend into mental chaos
so I laugh and nod
while tremors run rampant
my lungs take pause
and my heart beats war drums beneath my skin
Hopeless Outlet
Written by
Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
(34/M/NYC)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems