the sensation floods my ribs and lower stomach
it's the feeling of gaping and grasping breathlessness
it's the constant emptiness and life insufficiency
ticking clocks would echo their knocks in my throat
moaning through the corridors of my body
slipping through knots of my trembling soul
heartbreak is a physical illness
or if feels as so
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
