There is a monster who lives on my back,
Crushing me down, and pushing me offtrack.
He steps on my chest, restricting my breath,
And He burns my soul, making me wish for death.
I fight him away with one strong attack.
When suddenly, I am wishing him back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Coffee Shop Poetry
Poetry"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul: you haven't experienced poetry." -Edger Allan Poe
