I got tired of
clutching on a hand
that's barely holding
-mine
-k.l.p
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Mad Person
PoetryCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
• tired •
I got tired of
clutching on a hand
that's barely holding
-mine
-k.l.p
