Because
the cold wind
bites
as I stare to the moon
dreading forenoon
Because
as long as
the night holds me
tight
I feel
safe
to
break
No more
need to be fake
as my hands begin to shake
a plea to flee
reminding me
I will never be
free
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Breathe ➹
PoesiaI get so caught up in things sometimes I forget what it feels like to Breathe. ©Taylor Gajek
