About a lull in moods. |
| Is there anything any more ? Sitting here tired, staring at the door. Body is ageing, hair turning white. I have to be strong to keep in this fight. Coffee after coffee, poetry helps. Ciggy after ciggy, this pain is heartfelt. Huffing and puffing, can't get the right mood. I try my hardest to feel damn good. I hold my pen in a bid to write. Alone and scared deep in the night. Ghostly shadows haunt and taunt. The feeling of nothing, my soul is gaunt. |