Foggy eyes slatted against the East,
A burning shard of brilliant red,
Crisp as the scent of ground coffee–
Sparky like electric clothes,
Hissing seconds through the torporic cold.
Destination
by ssnri in Creative Writing, Mental Illness and tagged Anxiety, Bipolar, Creative Writing, Depression, Images, Life, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Poem, Poetry, Pride
