Lately I feel pierced
Hurts on my chest
And on my back
Bridging the crack
Between my heart
And my lungs
Why?
If it would stab
In the lungs
My hands would flag
In between an ending breath
Not able to grab
Anything
If the blade went through
My heart
It would stop beating
Fizzle like an old fruit
And turn white
And I'd die
Finish
End
Stop
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Up The Hills
PoetryA collection of random works by me. (more like a collection of thaughts) feel free to comment entered wattys 2017 cause I'm bloody naive :)
