The harder I gasp
the less I can breathe,
the more I sink in
the more clenched it feels
this source of life put in me,
as if it's right to hurt the way it did.
Will I never learn to not grab the rose by its thorns?
Will I ever just grab the bull by its horns?
May there be a clear sky for those who carry no worries in their hearts,
whilst the storm's ringing in my ears
-a ferocious sound of thunder clashing and lightning smashing-
loud enough only for me to hear;
for me to resist it
with no power left,
letting me fall
down, down.
Pained.
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoetryHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
