There's a fog in my head
It makes me dizzy with distress
My stomach drops
Tense and constantly knotted
No longer am I allowed to run free
Dreaming about fantasy
Now I sit still
My pen in hand
Taking diligent notes
Feet planted to the ground
Stuck by invisible chains
That hold my body captive
The window is given a glance
I yearn to look back out it
Get lost in the lush greenery
That has now fallen
Into hues of reds and oranges
But alas
My mind is not mine to control
There's a fog in my head
And it suffocates me slowly
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
