My breathing
Can't help but get
Shallower
As I think
About
The situation
Where she would say
Certain things
And my feelings
Though visible
Would be further exposed
More closely now
For the world--
And strangers--
To see.
My palm would
Shake
With my arms
& my legs
& my voice
Which would show me
Venerable
Before I could say
Otherwise
Between gasps
Fighting
My breath loss
Forcing
The air to get through.
-May 21, '18
You can confront even your darker thoughts sometimes and acknowledge your what if's, but be mindful to not indulge in them. That is where the line gets drawn.
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Poetry"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
