pale as a ghost
filled with tears
and with the most
unlikely fears
my presence is
unknown,
ignored and missed
no use of mourn
i carry what i deserve
i am the lonely figure
for the destruction
and for the creation
so with this burden
in my head
i carry the weight,
of something dead.
YOU ARE READING
slowly drowning
Poetry"why do they use butterflies to describe that feeling, when it actually feels like moths?" my poetry, short stories, and other things.
