It's constant fear that we live in
Here, together.
You constantly hear the wind, I occasionally still hear that ringing in my ears.
You burn your clothes, I burn a cigarette and kill my lungs.
You cut your hair and never want to hear what the priest said about you being in your own head and killing every person you've met from there, I bite my nails and twist my toes while I stand in front of the mirror you gave me.
Yet.... We're so unpredictable.
Where do you go?
When the day gets bad and the thunderclouds are too loud, the rain has been pouring for weeks and floods have drowned all the provinces, all the promises, all the people and emotions are rising... tears keep flowing, voices keep cracking, blood keeps rolling, backs keep folding, minds on hold while I roll this... hold.
Take a sigh in, take it out.
You sent a text to God "SOS" but he didn't really hit u back.
Said it was urgent but he said it's really all in your own head because only you know.
Guess you really need to speak your mind for people to know.
But I constantly wonder when you faze what's on your mind¿
YOU ARE READING
As It Was B4 But Now.
PoetryAs it was b4 but now is Tasha Cindy Kunda's second poetry collection wrapped in with a few stories. Expressing herself as she heals and grows from situations and expresses herself in the perspective of her own eyes and others. This poetry collectio...
