Sweat rolls down my brow, my body chained by the tight ropes of sleep.
I writhe in pain, my lips purse as tears well up in my eyes.
Behind my eyelids I'm trapped, forced to relive the moments I tried so hard to forget. My wrists hurt in sympathy, my throat is clogged as I choke back tears. I never thought It'd happen to me, I always thought I was stronger than this. I cry out my lover's name but to no avail, he couldn't rescue me. No one could save me. And when it was over, I couldn't do a thing about it.
So I bit my lip as my stomach got sick.
When my eyes open, I stare at the darkness, breathing heavily. I pray to God for comfort and sleep.
It's over, but my stomach is sick. And I try my damnedest to forget.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PuisiA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
