Driving though the back roads of my mind Slamming on the breaks as a deer runs by I sigh It’s really heavy with these thoughts
By Chris Griesche2 years ago in Poets
Tingling sensations crawl across my body, Starting in my toes, Rising through my bones, The feeling of the end of summer.
Nose flared up From the cold And the drugs Cant feel my face Uber saves me Death was awaiting On the gutter The side of the road
Sitting alone in my house I think I hear it. Silence, the void of sound, reaching my ears But the stiller and quieter I sit, the more I hear,
Flipping through the pages of my mind I need something new to find To discover thoughts yet to be written Open up ideas to fit in