Wandering through a brain-fog
trying to find the words.
Following the tune I hear so clearly
coming from the birds.
The rain falls all around me,
still trying to find the trail.
Through a fog I cannot see,
longing to set sail.
No matter where I go, it's the same as where I've been...
Driving me insane.
Will I ever see the sun again?
Does brightness ever reign?
April 24th, 2024
By: Alanda McRae
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