Still alive, existing in time
In ordinance, like sheets of rain
In my death attire
I'm confounded, I need closure
In the face of fear I wanted to escape
Scared, I wanted to break free
Scared of the multiple possibilities
I descanted, it's an accident
Bad news, but not so much a threat
Every minute was dynamic
My mother told me about the undertow
How I'm in control, not in control
Going with the flow
I don't have the time
I've left everything behind
Left behind the misgivings
I'm making the most of the moment
Red with every faux pas
Red with every marathon
I'm making the most of the moment
Making the most of the moment.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 4th, 2020 05:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Alive, mere as existence. This feeling is such a torment, could tear you apart at any moment. Well penned.
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