circling a drain
how could it be so effortless for you to throw me away
when i have kept count of the days
one thousand one hundred and twenty-eight
you have achieved a certain fame
and you know as well as i, i am no good with change
your memory has stained
now and forever
in a maze with no escape
a face without a name
growing boredom of this familiar pain
growing disdain
the cycle remains the same
when will i have strength
to dispel in my faith
to quit counting days
and hone my fractured brain
-g.m.t
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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