I feel this monster stirring inside me
Tying my intestines in knots,
Raising my heart rate
To a painful pounding against my ribs,
Scurrying across my vision
Like black clouds,
And filling my head
With an aching fog -
And the worst part of it is,
It's never going away.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
