A glance below
Reveals a mudded water
Reflecting the city lights from above
Tightly closed eyes
Squeeze out the few tears that remain
A wind so cold it slices through the skin
The pretend future flashes in the dark
A writer
Who's work stands tall with the best
As this battle runs on repeat
Sanity becomes a luxury
That can't seem to be purchased anymore
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
A glance below
Reveals a mudded water
Reflecting the city lights from above
Tightly closed eyes
Squeeze out the few tears that remain
A wind so cold it slices through the skin
The pretend future flashes in the dark
A writer
Who's work stands tall with the best
As this battle runs on repeat
Sanity becomes a luxury
That can't seem to be purchased anymore
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