Sadness
besmirches my feet,
as if I don’t know
where I’m supposed to be.
A miscarried dream
or a delusion alive,
I don’t quite know how
to smile and thrive.
Yet.
—
Sadness
besmirches my feet,
as if I don’t know
where I’m supposed to be.
A miscarried dream
or a delusion alive,
I don’t quite know how
to smile and thrive.
Yet.