The water pelts
Like heavy bullets
Stabbing the heart
With every hit
Soon it dulls
in eternal slumber
You feel nothing
But a dull throb
It's always there
Carving you open
You try to heal
But the rips don't stop
It's nothing,
What you feel
Others have it worse
They say
But they don't know,
Loneliness is the worse
And you dear,
Are drowning in it
~Priscilla Brown~
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That Feeling Inside
PoetryA collection of poems by me :) There is a trigger warning on some of the poems that I know need them but I'm not sure about the others so proceed with caution.
