walking in the rain

Unfinished words

Sentences never ending

The blunt smoke produces a right eye tear,

with a French inhale choke

The dark has become lighter

The sensitivity of my emotions I fear are null and void

I battle this notion with regression

Sitting in misery’s embrace

I find myself with serotonin levels fledgling

Old friends reaching out with a third parties hand

Mending tears in my only,

 but tainted love

I fear the downside of this downtime

There are no more “break in case of emergency words”

There is nothing anyone can say to make you really feel safe anymore

I am staring at the different colored sights

Reevaluating my revelations

Running towards another end that doesn’t seem possible to mend

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh how you put it se clear..its this damned times we live in
only one with acute vision could see ,like your sight
though tears from smoke..no sense at all ,apathy
best is to regress and embrace all your misery
its a great company and relief,no one could give a hand
for they never know how,best to think of old love
it will relieve you little,it is a downslide at this downtime
no one will say the right words,you will never hear
you run to different revelation,only you never get
its too hard for things to mend ,never anymore
lovely write..