I felt my wet pillowcase
Where the left side of my cheek
There it flows like a running waterfall
I felt a tingle when it landed on my ear
In the room the silence is so loud
That I stopped myself from making a sound
Inhaling but not able to exhale
Cause I was pulled down
My airflow has been blocked
And my nose is restricted
By some kind of a flowing medium
I can see but everything confuses me
Drowning in an ocean of tears
I sank to the bottom
It's dark, deep and empty
Alone holding my breath
Curled up myself into a small ball
Hoping I would float once again
I tried to swam towards the light
But it feels heavy to move
And I can't get through my weak state
Soon I was out of air and my eyes felt heavy
The surface is like miles away
Instead I tried again hoping to get out
But then again it was impossible
I was far from reaching above
I stopped and let my body rest
As I was flowing with the current
I felt relaxed and later I perceived
That I was just struggling against myself
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Of A Mirror
PoetryThis is a book of poems about the broken souls and the weary hearts. The one's who seeks for revenge and the one's who want to voice their hatred and judgements. The one's who are afraid, frustrated, disappointed and felt worthless.
