November 29th/30th, 2023
I can feel the chains tightening around my body, tensing in preparation of dragging me down under.
I make feeble attempts to remove them, not wanting another episode of drowning.
The cold of them like burning needles into every place it touches, reminding me;
I'll never escape this.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
