no more can I be
a rug placed at the door
only to be stomped on
this I can not take
constant beating of feet
crushing my every inspiration
my each aspiration
no longer prominent enough
to ever be remembered
for I have forgotten
what they were
focusing on pain
felt deep in my chest
reach in:
steal my heart
so the hurting can break free
free from behind the bars of my rib cage
becoming a blockade
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
