It's like I've lived in a dream
a dream without any breaks in between,
a constant pain holding me down;
not for others to see,
it's like the sadness echoed into well,
not close, not far, for just to be.
She asked me,
"How you lived throughout the years
without anything to feel?"
I answer, "Did I ever live?"
-12.04.21
YOU ARE READING
National Poetry Writing Month '21
PoetryWelcome to NaPoWriMo challenge of April '21. I wish that you enjoy going through my poems just as I'll be enjoying brainstorming for them.
