4 in the morning
submerged in darkness,
brain on fire,
piercing, fragile
memories
flash like
lightning
tears are illusion
everything’s great
I could be lying
I could be screaming
I could be crying
I could be living
a dystopian dream
climbing mountains,
always climbing
mountains
Notes
- Whoa! Grammarly’s Tone Detector is bummed out about this one! Nervous (*****) Sad (*****) Concerned (***).
February 19, 2021