It hits me in waves you see, it's rather unforgiving,
My mind concaves, it seems, it hardly continues living;
My brain is broken in ways I cannot seem to fathom,
I can only continue hoping that something sweet may happen.
The aftertaste is sour and bitter, it makes it hard to take,
There's a type of darkness in this figure, an image I can't quite shake;
A heavy weight upon my chest, that makes it hard to breathe,
Covering my eyes to see it best, but I'm not sure what it is I see.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
