dread.
it starts in your toes,
and works it's way through your bones.
up your spine,
and straight to your mind.
it becomes existential
as it flows through your veins.
it makes you question your very being.
it's like being trapped in the darkest room,
staring at the door knowing that behind it,
it's just doom.
i'm scared to open that door,
i don't think i can handle much more.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the hopeless, these are for you
Poetrya collection of poetry meant to aid your path to healing, and also some insight into my mind. enjoy
