Eyes burn when closed.
It’s harder to focus them.
My hands are clumsy.
My mind even more so.
Names are the hardest to get.
Full sentences nearly impossible.
Everything is either funny or angry.
Music is the only salvation.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Eyes burn when closed.
It’s harder to focus them.
My hands are clumsy.
My mind even more so.
Names are the hardest to get.
Full sentences nearly impossible.
Everything is either funny or angry.
Music is the only salvation.