Broken into pieces,
I'm falling to the ground,
Rushing through the endless streaming,
Words said, but never found.
Breaking,
Fighting,
Always aching,
Crying in my sleep.
The blood is rushing,
Your touch is crushing,
It's burning;
Please set me free.
YOU ARE READING
Dust of the untold
PoesiaYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
