I'm becoming terribly ill
Breathing the same air as you,
Feels like inhaling the ash as it bursts
Over my soul, all over my city
Are you watching
Me
Burn?
I'm losing all my tainted focus
My hungry eyes are fogged by smoke
You spill your poison as generously as I
Once spilled my tragedy to you
Do you hear
My
Screams?
My dear city is on fire
How cruel of you to watch me
As I drag my ashes across this street
My blood replaced by tears
Tell me, can you see
My
Flesh?
YOU ARE READING
My Tragedies
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
