Embracing the heavy wind thru my thin body
Can't even concentrate about my writings.
But my mind yelling at me that I can't stop.
I shouldn't stop.
How funny it is I am battling my life right now.
If I die today;this is my last poem.
This is my last masterpiece before leaving this cruel world.
Yet I don't know what to say ...
YOU ARE READING
When Tounge Can't Speak
PoetryA masterpiece of mine;where I can't speak and my hands are shaking to write what's going on my mind.
