Iopen my eyes,
andfeel a stinging sensation.
Ilook to the skies,
there'sno possible salvation.
Mylungs twitch and shake,
liquidfilling every gap.
Myvision begins to shake,
bloodflows slower than sap.
I'mpulled from this doom,
mylimbs stiffer than gum.
Inmy lungs, air makes room,
andI leave this dead aquarium.
YOU ARE READING
Burnt Memories
PoesíaA collection of poems written by myself. If some seem to be less descriptive or meaningful than others, it may be one I had written back in 2012. I might even pull out some from 2008, when I was seven and eight years old. So yes, that means I am...
