That pain in my stomach
Strikes me like a struggle
That pang in my chest
Strikes me like bulletThe weight on my shoulders
Strikes me like the boulders
The crumble of the city
Strike me with no remedy
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
Poem #35: "Strikes me like"
That pain in my stomach
Strikes me like a struggle
That pang in my chest
Strikes me like bulletThe weight on my shoulders
Strikes me like the boulders
The crumble of the city
Strike me with no remedy