On the floor I lie
Gasping for a breath I've been denied since birth
The moment my eyes close
Tears fall like bullets which pierce through the soul
And along my skin there are wounds which have never healed
I bleed an external pain that rests upon my body
Like the way the arms of a lover should
I hold myself still with shaking hands
And rest my face on the tiled floor
I seek for comfort upon surfaces like the way I seek for love in the unavailable
But I've learned to let go of the heavy
And to grow despite my roots
So why do I feel like I can't breathe?
Why do I keep gasping for air?
As if I've never taken a breath before
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For a Moment ║ Poetry
PoesíaJust a collection of poems that come from the soul. May they help you in this crazy life.
