10:58, Thursday, 8th June
Shackled in misery,
it's like bricks weighing heavy upon my bones.
Whirling in heartbreak,
because you left me, I should have known.
Shattering like a glass pane with all the endless bullets
that are burning through me like a wildfire,
I sigh and pick myself up from the resulting aftermath
of your actions that will lay heavy upon my chest like
protruding lies that one cannot conceal.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
