There's a tightness in my throat,
a red raw chilling pain,
a need to speak,
an inability to breath,
a hunger,
a thirst,
a bone crushing lust.
There's a thudding in my chest,
a white hot thrumming beat,
a need to move,
an inability to leave,
a haunting,
a fear,
a soul shattering scream.
YOU ARE READING
A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
