No amount of cosmetics hide
the dark circles under their spent eyes.
Layers of clothes won't offset
the healed flesh they cried over.
Running is futile to
enshroud their berserk haze.
The drugs are not up to par to
fend off their malady and blue.
Interminable prescriptions
won't curb the ebb and flow.
Ride out the wave or let it crush you to death
-
Author:
scotchtapeprincess (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2023 01:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.