I wish not to see-
what a dream that would be.
A triumphant loss for reality.
I spend each and every day,
passing a milestone of decay,
and endorsing the addiction surrounding me.
Its passing through my mind
has proved to show no shrine,
or leave a lasting effect upon me.
I sit and I wait
For death to equate
All the memories of that person
who used to surround me.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
I wish not to see-
what a dream that would be.
A triumphant loss for reality.
I spend each and every day,
passing a milestone of decay,
and endorsing the addiction surrounding me.
Its passing through my mind
has proved to show no shrine,
or leave a lasting effect upon me.
I sit and I wait
For death to equate
All the memories of that person
who used to surround me.
November 17, rm 108, 9:30 pm, Merion, PA.