A bit of ranting

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With fleeting hope and a heavy heart I regretfully admit,

the dreams I had of tomorrow have been fading, I'm feeling lost and sick.

My churning stomach warns of a rapid approaching attack,

I clutch my chest and close my eyes as I try and catch my breath.

My pale complexion tainted with a tiny hue of blue, my eyes are wide and

full of fright, But I am unable to scream out to you.

My silent pleas slip right past listening ears.

Everyone says they're here to hold me, but I remain encased inside my fears.

Take my weak and sorry apology, as I struggle to find the best of me,

My body trembles but I'm not looking for remorse.

I'm on a journey for clarity, shadowed by insanity, sometimes I wish I couldn't

hear my thoughts.

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