This Pain
I can't only feel this pain.
I can see it as if it was made out of a million different colours.
And because they're all too bright,
they're making me blind.
I can hear it as if a thousand of raindrops are falling down the sky, bouncing loud on the ground.
And because it never stops raining,
this is making me deaf.
A hundred of electric shocks,
flowing through my veins.
And because they're too strong to handle,
they're making me paralyzed.
YOU ARE READING
Wondering
PoetryThis may be burning, crashing or hurting. But these are my words. This is me.
