I am drowning.
Choking on all the things I can't say.
Tied down by the things I can't do.
I am drowning under the weight of fear.
The liquid panic running down my throat, ensnaring my lungs.
My mind is filled with numbers.
Modifiers.
Coding guidelines.
Stories.
Poems.
Words.
Songs.
Worlds I have yet to put on paper.
They are killing me.
Sometimes I hope they do.
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Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
Poesía#2 in poetry July 2024 Poetry about the life of a girl.
