Surrounded, yet alone.
feeling like I have no home.
I'm spiraling down into a pit,
I'm about to pitch a fit.
I'm fighting,
but I'm dying.
Churning in a mass of dark,
claws tearing at me, rough as bark.
My soul is hurting,
deathly turning.
Around and around,
without any sound.
Crying out, but no one hears.
My shouts. My screams.
They all fall on deaf ears.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
