Stanley Griggs

Just a character I made up will be making more of these

My world is blurred as it is coherent

Where am I heading?
these leather boots I wear
The sound of my steps in these misty puddles

I am lost and yet I am found
My heart lifted in the atmosphere
My spine riddled with grit and fear

Nonetheless I move forward, even mountains are unclear

Reviews

[a bad habit]

i quite enjoy the melancholy feeling your poem gives off, especially with how you describe the world as being blurred and the puddles misty. yet, its so charming how the character seems to push on despite internal and external (?) stressors.

[TomboyVisionary]

That is pretty much the point yeah, thank you for the review =D