My heart collided with what seemed to be a rock
my veins nipped itself off
and I became that rock.
I tried to look around for anything to get me out of my dilemma
anything!
Anything at alll...
I was dying ever so slowly,
my head was intently exploding
and my heart was shattering quickly.
Because I became that rock.
I can barely breathe.
I can't breathe.
I'm going to die.
My fingers jammed on the piano keys
and I felt a pulse;
a strike– that familiar sense...
I was stranded.
I am stranded.
I will be stranded.
I am that rock.
Senseless, unnecessary, dried up flesh.
I can barely breathe.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁