If my feelings could be a item,
They'd be a cement block
Always weighing me down
Until I feel like I'm not enough,
They tie themselves to my arms and feet,
Pushed me off the bridge,
I admit defeat,
Sunken, unmoving, calls unheard
My emotions lay heavy on me,
Still unstirred
I want to cut the ropes off, that are laced between my feet
And swim to the top
But that us one mission I cannot complete,
The rope, as if its iron cannot be cut or banged
So I drown, heavy at the bottom of my pain
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
