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I forget this feeling so often the same way I can't describe it
It's like my heart drops and the air from my lungs is bashed out of me
The second my mind isn't occupied the feeling sets in and I remember it all again

It's not a constant feeling it's more like a visit from time to time
So I forget the aches it causes and the way I wish it would leave
I forget it will come and visit again
I forget it's greed

I try many distractions but what's the point in that
When the second my mind's not busy the feeling comes back
It's like I can't breath and I know I can't change it

It's an empty feeling
One I think I get rid of only for it to return
And show me just how foolish I'm being
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