A-stood in the middle of the ocean,
Where the bottom is dark, heavy and open.
My mind is nowhere to be settled,
digging deep inside where everything is battled.
Fears, crashing against my soul like waves,
Pulling me deep under the sea where I am not brave.
I am stuck, not capable,
of thinking as it is unbreathable.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
