mathiasthom

Can't tell if it's real
how the world just falls apart
where exactly is the appeal
when the good life never even starts

Count your blessings
rosary beads flying through the air
want to scream
saturating these memories with this wooden heart

No matter how it is
it's never enough
snarling wolves to whimpering pups
no matter how tough

It is raining, now it's snowing
this winter cold is growing
but the pain of not knowing
hidden fears never showing

Put on a brave face
going through another phase
walking around in a daze
spinning madly in some monochromatic haze

mathiasthom
written 10/28/18