As the hands of time pass by
I'm left to wonder just what I'll leave behind
Tasteless lips and broken smiles
Ghosts of yesterday come to play
My minds drowning in itself
I'm going under
Nothing left for hands to grasp
My lungs are heavy, my eyes hard to open
I'm drowning and I'm not even underwater
My mind's pushed me to the edge
My life left to nothing
Leaving a wasted corpse in its wake
Food for the worms
The only purpose I'll ever have
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Haphazardly || A Clueless Writers Book Of Poems
PoetryWhere words fail, writing conquers. Where in life feelings are bottled in, they become expressed in the words inside this book. Nothing more than a small collection of poems I've written over the years.
