It's troublesome to be a lamb and a wolf at the same time,
cri de coeur, concealed with a haunting laugh.
Torn between the haze of your mind and daylight of your heart,
In search of something forgotten, something that escapes you, broken, God knows which ways and how many times,
Wounds open, the scream of black raven in the pitch black night,
The grisly trail stays on the dusty street behind,
You're hoping for the rain when your scent would be gone,
Dispersed into the rhythm of the city, swallowed by the sirens of nervous drivers and luciferous neon.
You allow the air to fill in your tormented lungs despite the fact that you would prefer not to inhale,
This oxygen is a hellfire, burning your inside,
By any stretch of the imagination you fail to comprehend, why it didn't turn you to ashes by now.
Running, but you feel like you're standing glued to the ground.
Another day is ahead of you, another horrendous, vicious loop, it's difficult, but you know it can get harder anytime,
and so you move, move...
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
