Continually attempting to reach for things
Made of air, simply not there
No matter how far I go
There is never anything so
I draw my own picture
Out of song lyrics
and sections from book pages
There is no closure:
I read in one of those books that it does not exist.
No man can get it right,
Nor can I and my mother it's like I must mentally fight,
Here in real life there's just silence
And thoughts sound the loudest
When you're alone at midnight.
5/8/17
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Escaping Sorrow
ПоезіяA project where I attempt to overcome the absence of an unknown man supposed to shape a father - whatever that is. Putting this out here is a massive step for me because up to a point of last year I hardly even allowed myself to write down the word...
