My mind starts to flood,
A new feeling surrounds my body;
Spiraling as it heats my blood,
Leaving my lungs needy.
It's not unusual- this feeling,
It causes an empty sensation;
As if your brain would be healing,
It sending your brain into a state of dis-concentration.
There's no way of protection,
Your only resort is to fall deeper;
In oceans deep you fall- deeps in the waves of forgotten,
Those oceans surround you- pilling on you steeper and steeper.
There's no resolution,
No way out but death- another restless sleep
Just a deeper puddle- absolution,
I'm trapped in its oceans deep.
The end.
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Jealousy, Love, and Imperfection | Poetry One-Shots
PoetryMost of these poems are based on my actual life and my feelings towards love and jealousy. I'm not perfect so don't hate on any the pieces. I love you all dearly and I hope you'll appreciate my poems. Enjoy!
