I was once told I had a gifted mind, if so, it was only gifted for a time, now it’s seems lost in time Struggling still Trying to figure out what’s thoughts are mine Broken Shattered
I feel a pit inside myselfI know that it is fearThings are going too good by farI feel the end draws near My happiness is not a jokeIt’s bubbling from me in a waveBut the terror, it holds onto
As a writer, it seems I am constantly at a crossroads of what to write about. I often feel that a roulette wheel with different subjects would benefit more than my own thought process. I find myself