i need
somewhere to waste away,
a rainy day.
i need
to wash away my pain,
this rainy day
i am
blurred, distorted, surreal,
my grief.
i turn
without a backward glance,
mercy passes by.
i try
to disguise the truth inside,
all my pain.
poet – storyteller – awkward soul
i need
somewhere to waste away,
a rainy day.
i need
to wash away my pain,
this rainy day
i am
blurred, distorted, surreal,
my grief.
i turn
without a backward glance,
mercy passes by.
i try
to disguise the truth inside,
all my pain.
LK is a poet & storyteller who runs on espresso, anxiety, and inappropriate humor. View all posts by LK