My head is a mess,
i am tired,
all i do lately is stress
stress
stress.
My mind is swirling,
and around my heart whirling
hurting
hurting
hurting.
My throat is soar from all screaming,
my eyes not gleaming but
steaming
steaming
steaming.
My eyes are dry from all the crying,
my soul gray - it is slowly dying
dying
dying.
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Reaching For The Universe
Poetry#36 in thought ~ 15.4.19 Sometimes when I take long night walks and the stars shine upon me, illuminating my whole being, I put into words my thoughts. My hands being the brush and my heart being the paint, I carefully stroke my words onto the pavem...
