Written by Kay
Fogged up room in my mind
I try to look for words, and I feel like I’m blind
Tripping and falling, always left behind
The corpse uninspired Queen of the night
I had some coffee
That I dislike
Thought it could help me stay wide awake
I still felt dead,
With no one by my side.
Void of the outer space waiting to be filled
I write my story
On a blank paper with ink
The words that came purging like the volcanic mist
It kept urging
For me to fill in
The space everywhere
Unapologetically.
I like filling the hollow
With my imagination and dreams that I follow.
