this is what stress does to poetry.
the sun be shining but im lingering in the darkness.
sadness tryna hide it.
and the loneliness is attaching like adhesive actively placed on me, it’s like a vrius spreading. cologging my larynx and im going for my last breath to speak. maybe im just stressed.
maybe the negative images are just disillusions, mocking me, displacing me form the things i wanna be.
im in a world of crowds of people, of crowded busses and subways, going in all different directions but never going one way..
im just a victim of society, the smog and corruption is blinding me, sun shining never finding me, im lingering in the darkness, just my stress and me.
poetry fail lmfao
