I'm being pulled by two opposite poles
stretched from north to south
and it's getting harder and harder
to tell the difference between the butterflies
and the low buzzing anxiety in my stomach
you see I am one of two extremes
I'm a heartbeat winning a hopeless race
Or I'm the over hanging threat of death knocking at your door
It's either too much
Or nothing at all
And sometimes it seems the only answer to such calamity
Is silence
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
