Rage, despair filled my heart,
I am not feeling alright.
"Save me, please, I can't, I won't!" -
Hardly audible you heard.
When my mind was going down,
While the sight was getting blind,
All you've told was It'll be gone,
Nerves inside me will come down.
Legs are itching, arms are numb,
Overwhelming life is round.
Spinning sound, aching gut
And
I
feel
like
falling
down.
YOU ARE READING
grains; poetry
Poetrya book full of lost girl's baby steps into art; could be inspired by randomly spoken words, hidden gems of our world, silent easiness and everything in between Oh, and... Full of stars and never experienced silent nights under the open sky
