Sticky palms and sticky cheeks,
With running nose; I'm a mess.
Tell tale trickles
And fuzzy vision.
My eyes burn.
Ragged breathing- theres not enough
Oxygen; I'm sufforcating.
Slowly, to make no sound
I release a breath.
Warm face, warm droplets.
But a cold, heavy pit in my stomach.
I feel sick.
Hands shake, head throbs-
Blood pulsing.
Headache forming.
Eyes closing.
Tear falling.
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Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
