I just want to start this by saying I'm okay. This poem is just written about this feeling I still get occasionally. I felt it a bit more than usual this weekend, so I decided to put into words.
The dark tendrils
spiraling up from your feet.
You turn to look,
reaching out
for something
for someone
for anyone...
Clouds the only thing you reach
cool and dense.
They'll swallow you whole,
because you are alone...
YOU ARE READING
Creations From a Genuine Heart
شِعرWhen a genuine heart speaks, its words resonate deep in the hearts of others. For, one must become their true self to have a genuine heart. Poetry and music is the genuine heart's language and gift to the world.
