The darkness presses in.
I feel the heat that surrounds me
Leave my body.
The darkness presses in.
All that remains good inside me
Vanishes.
The darkness presses in.
Nothing remains
All is gone besides the cold stiff non feeling body of mine.
The darkness presses in.
There is no end
To this pain.
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The Poetry of a Small Town Girl in a Big, Big World
PoetryMy funny, happy, sad, and maybe romantic poems.
