Safe
I feel as though ants are crawling through my body.
Tickling and burning.
Unable to think because of the feeling.
Scraping through the dirt of despair.
Unknowingly closer to the pit.
Darkness welcomes me.
I cry in it's beautiful clutches.
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Hi Y'all!
Another poem in the same day! Not really just moving poems from my phone to here. I think we have all had this feeling before.
~ B. Whetstone
