Today,
salted eyes and sighs,
there's an unsettling feeling—
a fear, of sole futures and
foiled foresight. of losing touch
with all I've ever known, and my,
these still images of past moments
makes it twice as hard to grip reality.
a silent observer made out I'm forlorn,
in a foreign "state"
mother said I'd be fine,
I'm strong-willed for times like this,
she trusts I am but
that's not the case,
today.
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