Past memories resurface
Once hidden from sight.
Gasping for breath
As your hands squeeze tight.
Drowning in sorrow
As you pull me under.
At such a young age
All I can do is wonder.
Is this just how it is?
How it's supposed to be?
I'm still gasping for breath,
And still your hands close around me.
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Collection of Poems Vol. 1
PoesíaHere you'll find a collection of poems that I have written over the years. They are all written in different styles with different themes of things that I have experienced or struggled with over the years. Hope you enjoy (: