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Apr 2023
NUMB
I feel numb, hollow, cold… and I hate this feeling.
I don’t know who I am right now, I don’t feel like me.
I feel chills echoing through my core, a thick fog plaguing my mind.

LOST
I feel lost. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know what I am doing.
I feel like somewhere along the way, I fell off the map, and ended up in the middle of nowhere.
I am scared.
I am lost

FOUND
I am holding on to hope.
I will be found.
But not by anyone else.
I will find myself.
A little excerpt from the state of my mind in the last few weeks. I am holding on to hope, and not giving up.
Eric Bergeron
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Eric Bergeron  29/M/Calgary
(29/M/Calgary)   
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