I can't continue
To write,
To think.
Thumbs thumbing to the rhythm of hyperventilaters.
Mind grows dizzy
And my arm grows numb.
The band squeezes the blood
Let the soul pour out,
Tells my feelings.
Amphetamines
Makes life a dream.
We're floating throughout.
No one catches a thing
With their photographic mem...
Mom.
What would she think of me
As she sees me above the clouds
But digging deeper in the dirt?
YOU ARE READING
Sadness Peaks the Heart
PoetryAfter the success of Poems of the Dearest Soul, I have decided to write a follow-up, which is what you will begin reading. If you have not read the first book, I advise you read it. It's a good read. I do want to thank everyone who liked and shared...
