Poems from bacon.gabrielle
Coping mechanisms have increased
Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder
Relapses from what I once was
From what I once did
I...
They never stop
Tears stream down my face
I long for them to stop
But they never stop
Mind constantly racing, cluttered
Surrounded by...
the rain is pouring
an old man sits on a bench in an open field and looks up at the sky
he reaches for the shovel
he begins to dig...