As my tension arose
My heart stomped like an old shoe on porcelain,
A new emotion was overcoming my body
It felt as if black ink permanently stained my soul.
As time passed my mind lost control,
I felt as if I was standing in a crowd,
I was screaming, but no one was noticing me,
Actions speak louder than words,
I looked around trying to find a way to escape and ran away.
Wind biting through my skin scattered my stained soul in pure air and I could finally breathe
Breathe air, fresh air
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A collection of poems
PoetryThe following text contains a series of poems all with the main theme: emotions. Enjoy!