i've had too many pills
and too little sleep
to hope to make much impact with words
yet i still find myself writing
for a reason
i do not have
perhaps it is my way
of forcing coherent thoughts
as they like to run free and uncontrolled
whatever it may be
i know that i love it
even if i may not be so good
for i lack the skill to rhyme
the intriguing topic
and the beautiful words to string it together
i often use the same words
have no rhythm as well
and especially ramble on about nothing
yet still i am unable to stop
simply because i love it
even with all the countless flaws
but as they have said
it's what you love
that kills you in the end
YOU ARE READING
Better Days
Poetry❝take me to the time when things were fine it's all broken now.❞ a collection of prose as a result of sleepless nights racing thoughts and a bad writer --- // lower case intentional // cover by labyrinth-
