We walk, walk, walk,
Down a trail in the woods,
Trying to make memories on the way.
The trees are strong,
The clouds are gone,
But the sky still looks very gray.
I fall, fall, fall,
Down to the dirt,
It didn't really hurt,
Until you kept on walking.
I tell myself that you laughed when you saw it,
And I repeat it until I believe it.
It's not healthy but I feel like I need it,
So I don't start expecting you to help me back up.
I breath, breath, breath,
And I'm not sure if I want to anymore,
It feels like a chore,
It feels like a war,
Waging in my lungs,
Behind my ribs,
Held back by my lips,
Closed tight so I don't worry anyone.
I don't want anyone to worry.
I can see you're all in a hurry,
So I'll just lay here for a while,
To catch my breath,
And pick myself up,
And keep on walking this trail.
I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure,
That nobody cares,
I'm sure nobody's even reading these words,
You don't even understand what I'm saying,
At this point I'm almost praying
To be heard,
Understood,
To be known,
To not walk this trail alone.
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Experiences in the darkness-Experiences with the Darkness
PoetryThis is a book of poetry about all the darkness in us and around us and how we experience it in different ways throughout our lives.
