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Frances Marie May 26
My shadow was eating me alive,
I was becoming an outline,
Of the person I once could recognize.
My ambitions were fading,
Goals made for dreaming,
Left me feeling.

Aching for the life I could have led.  
With every day that passes,
my hands feel see-through.
My gaze is glazed with dull focus.
As if I am disappearing from who I once knew.
This was 2023, some time before finally coming back. I have changed in 4 years and feel more comfortable in my body.
Bhill Apr 2020
it disappeared into to the void of yesterday
why
tomorrow will give rise to the existing today
why
the changing of times takes time
can we wait for all of this to happen
we have to

Brian Hill - 2020 # 97
What did I just write?..?

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