646 days
I survived underwater
and after my lungs decided i was too much
and caved into my ribcage
after refusing to believe I was sinking
after sinking anyway
because the boat didn't give a damn
about my feelings
it just gave in
after watching the debris nearby
and praying I'd survive without the boat
after I almost didn't.
after losing my god and my devil
after dying
again
and again
and again
after having everything
and losing everything
I have everything, again
and more.
after 646 days of not being myself
I was reborn
and I
will burn.
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poems for the hunted
Poetry// the poems I write to prevent my soul from caving in // language: English