Lost At Life
There's no welcome mat to my house
Just frayed carpets
With no get out clause
Life shifts at a moments notice
From sweet conversations
To the slamming of doors
Feel like i'm treading water
My mind drifting blankly
Barely there and hardly stable
Children's laughter
Echoes a long since corridor
Happy feet beneath the table
Feel like i am drowning
Only making out the ligths
From here in me
Body subsiding
Lights fading
Help me
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2022
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