Cemented Ground

Reece Beckett
Oct 6 · 1 min read

A poem.

Image taken by the author.

Will it ever be okay?

Because it doesn’t seem that way

I spent my days dreaming

In a crazed haze, believing

That things are as they should be

That I’ve earned this pain, it’s good for me

My vices and devices don’t distract me like they used to