Standing at the peak
No, sitting;
My legs have given out
And I can't find my breath
I haven't slept
I haven't eaten
Yet, the chaos has come to rest
The battleground in my head
Finally empty
The war is won
I can let go now
YOU ARE READING
Writing Down Poetry in my Head
PoesíaThere are moments in my life, as I'm sure with many of you, where I feel the magnitude of everything around me and the weight of it bears down. This is just writing from those moments.
