Day after day...day 1, day 2, day 3
That feeling lives inside me, my fingers get numb, yet I feel so dumb...they start to get so blue. The pain in my wrists, I cannot take a risk. Unable to move, over taken by pain. Please abstain from coming closer. You are that frosty winter wind that takes my breath away until I choke.
I woke up. Maybe it was just a dream. But what is the dream here? I do this everyday, hoping that it was a dream, instead reality hits.
Day after day...day 1, day 2, day 3
-JB
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Sweet and sour feelings
PoetryThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
