When the blade of that knife
Pinned down your throat
You breathe for your life
And struggle to break free
But the sharp steel cut through
And then you gasped
Taking last thin air.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
