an ever-brewing ache,
one similar to the feeling of the world on my shoulders.
it never lets up.
a silent cry in the wind,
a scintilla of sadness,
gives the warning of a thousand violent storms.
it’s chaotic here,
it’s a mess.
each day i breathe,
each day
i love a little less.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
an ever-brewing ache,
one similar to the feeling of the world on my shoulders.
it never lets up.
a silent cry in the wind,
a scintilla of sadness,
gives the warning of a thousand violent storms.
it’s chaotic here,
it’s a mess.
each day i breathe,
each day
i love a little less.