Sick day
Silently
The gray clouds moved in
All colours fainted away
Everything now black and white, no just black
I can’t breathe can’t think
Somehow can still grasp
The true meaning of misery
I can’t smell can’t feel
Somehow can still sense
The wind of despair
A man’s cold
<Deleted User> (18118)
Mon 18th Nov 2019 20:57
Brilliant !
Hannah