It's been a month since we last spoke,
and ever since, well... Life goes on.
It hasn't been easy,
as I knew it wouldn't be,
but I've done my peace,
and you've done well to move on.
And since then I've taken a liking on driving,
it's the only thing that keeps me at ease,
and in my mind, fifty times I crash,
and life clings to me like a disease.
And when I wake I feel numb,
never seeming to hear a sound,
many may think of me as dumb,
but they don't understand what I carry around.
And so, my Momma told me to channel what I feel,
yet I can't do so without shedding a tear,
so instead of breathing air, I choke on ash,
waiting for the next time I decide to crash.
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