Done with tsA Poem by CerMaybe it’s the beauty of this monochromatic life where I stopped expecting the colours and started admiring the black and whites. The nights are silent like a light melody, where I sit and think of the past memories. The mornings go by with no time to think, live in the present, can’t even blink. My brain tries to undo something it can’t control and I’m just stuck not knowing which way to go. I would if I knew where I stood but the surroundings are dark with the lights so bright so I just carry on with no sight. Is it a blessing or a curse to be so bland? How can a person be so plain? It's as if my body is melting, seeping into the Earth My existence being erased, my traces being smudged. Memories of me are blurred, photos of me are burned. I think I'm just done and exhausted from thinking too much. © 2025 CerAuthor's Note
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