The days that fear
is harbored at the foggy parts
of our minds sets sail toward happiness
and fear drops its anchor
in our minds.
Corrupted.
Tear ducts wanting to burst.
Lungs trying to grip every bit of air.
Pulling us down to test our weaknesses
but we will free our minds,
from the chain and leave the anchor
to rust at the back of our minds.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
The days that fear
is harbored at the foggy parts
of our minds sets sail toward happiness
and fear drops its anchor
in our minds.
Corrupted.
Tear ducts wanting to burst.
Lungs trying to grip every bit of air.
Pulling us down to test our weaknesses
but we will free our minds,
from the chain and leave the anchor
to rust at the back of our minds.
