Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)

Familiar Place

Here i am again, in this familiar place

i have this feeling in my stmach that i just cant seem to erase

i dont ike this subject for my mind to chase,

as i feel the blood rushing away from my face

going pale with my heart in my throat

i die a little more as each word i wrote

trying not to choke on each breath i toke

i have grown cold and am withouta coat

i am lost but without a scapegoat

i look at youu with the subtle eyes of a lost kitten

longing for you to find me and forever i'll sit in

this whole i dug because i will never fit in

and thinking of all of these letters i havent sent but have written*