Parky72 (United Kingdom) published:
Seeking Peer Reviews
There’s a thin white line,
And I gaze at it each day.
It scratches my arms, priorities aside
The pain and sufffering it tells me to deny,
And as hard as I try; as much as I cry,
It just won’t seem to go away.
I try to block my vision,
Hold my breath and grasp my thigh
Clench up tight and count the stars,
But it doesn’t work, it never does.
The line remains for another day,
about 2 months ago