Sinking deeper and deeper,
A shrinking light in the distance.
I grab for it,
only for it to shrink faster.
Suffocated lungs,
cold entrapment,
invisible escape
What is the point?
Then, I remember what it was like.
The warmth of love,
sting of cold,
The blooming of excitement,
Burn of desire.
I smiled briefly, looking longingly at the waves above,
Before darkness engulfed me.
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My Sins
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote, about my experiences and hardships. Hope you like it 👍 (Updating once a week x) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > (PS, it can be quite negative so, if you don't like that kind of thing, I wouldn't suggest reading it: Eg. Drowning)...
