Progression
The pain
begins in my foot
from all the sharp words I've stepped on.
It travels
up my legs
taking its sweet time killing me.
It reaches
my stomach
making me thirst myself and faint.
It poisons
my heart
blurring the once sweet world into grays.
It enters
my mind
through the door I left open.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
