My Messy Mind

Smudges of gray are across my shirt

From the ashes, they fell on my chest

But I can’t fuss about the stains on my clothes

My thoughts are busy with other filthiness

There are stains on my soul I haven’t yet cleaned

This blunt helps me to forget them

Yet the stress lingers with the smoke

I’ve got friends who have disappeared

Jobs that won’t let me grow

An apartment with no space for my dreams

Resentment for every success I didn’t succeed

And a heart leaking what hope is left remaining

My messy mind brings my messy living

Well at least I’m still pretty when I’m dirty


Leslieann Elle Santiago

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