My tired eyes
They look for you
In the vast crowd
Is everyone but you
Please find me
My eyes are tired
I won't disappear
But I have to stop looking
I need to rest
Maybe when my eyes open
You'll be right in front of me
-mw
YOU ARE READING
The therapy session
PoetryThe anxiety can't win against this paper and pen. An unscheduled therapy for me to write, and others to read. These words are raw, my thoughts are deep. When I can't sleep, I often write.
