Disintegration of all the patience
that i’ve been building for myself
It just takes one night
to relive all the plight that i’ve been
slowly meaning to forget
It’s not a physical ailment and
people only believe in what they see
It’s not an exaggeration but
even i’ve never seen what i’ve believed in
Climate change and all its ways
Precipitation in your palms
You’re just a discarded photograph
to all the hearts that broke on the way
Still water runs deep
in all the pity you confess
It’s not a sign of progress
People only invest if there’s value
You return here every time
What if you can never be helped?
Excellent work.
Thank you Kristina. Appreciated 🖤
Of course I can be helped. But not by self-pity!
Quite agree with it. These words are the moment where you feel stuck because you’re back to where you started. Catharsis!