Sleep don't bother me anymore I just stare into blank
Savoring the Pit I feel in my stomach
I am not thinking much, trying not to worry much
I just concentrate on the pit that needs to calm down
The pit that feels like hunger but I can't be sure
I starve it, may be it will die, but it doesn't
My hands and feet are sweating like they will swell up and explode
Sudden attacks of panic make my restless soul squirm.
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Sad Poems 2
PoetryI wasn't intending another Sad poems book but I find it hard to not feel the stories. I necessarily don't feel like that.
