Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
In the moonlight, I place my face on the cool hard wood floor, in a futile attempt to feel grounded. But my roots do not take easily and I continue to wither, awake on my bedroom floor.
0
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
grounding
In the moonlight, I place my face on the cool hard wood floor, in a futile attempt to feel grounded. But my roots do not take easily and I continue to wither, awake on my bedroom floor.
Written by
21/F/Ireland
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem