goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,
goldmourn
amberdawnpullin

poem: I am all the elements of a disaster.

Can't sleep. Wrote five pages
in my paper journal instead - to
get these words out of my head.

I am lost. I am confused.
Fumbling through the wreckage -
I am all the elements of a disaster.

I may be cold but I'm not dead.
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