Nailed to the floor, were my feet
Unable to move.
Short, feverish breaths.
My heart willed death.
Complicated thoughts swirled around,
Not even one rational thought was found.
Do I do it? I'm already half way,
But I could stop now and I could stay.
Call an ambulance.
The sirens swired around my head.
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Ink (Trigger Warning)
PoetryPoetry written by me. Inspiration found in everyday life continues to spark ideas for my poems, if anyone reading this has any poetry please tell me I would love to read it. Top ranking: #11 in poems
