Bile rose up my throat
Another punch to the stomach
Head spinning
Confusion racing
Betrayal setting in
The tingling sensation in my nose
Spreading to my eyes
Calling out the sheer blanket of tears
Each warming their trail down my cheeks
I drop to the floor
Pull my knees in tight
and drop my head on top of them
Hold yourself. Hold yourself. Hold yourself .
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To Be loved or To Be Lonely
PoetryA collection of poems that flow straight from my thoughts to this "paper", but also a collection of love and hope and loss and worry. Read if you are confused or lost or lonely or loved, just read.
