Different shades of the same pain,
Different strokes of disappointment,
Blocking my arteries like cholesterol,
Making my heart pump thunderously,
But even all its rage won't make me recover nor feel again.
Burnt out on the monotony of everyday life,
Grieving over people that are still alive,
Convincing myself that all is well,
Knowing very well that its not,
Knowing very well that I'm going through emotional turmoil,
Knowing very well that I'm a shipwreck at shore.
How I wish I could disect my heart to get to the core of the problem,
How I wish I could just cough it out,
So I can finally really be immune to the pain,
So I can finally be set free.
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Poetic Poignancies.
PoetryThis is an anthology of poems that sum up my experiences during the 18 years that I've been alive. All work is original including the cover art but not the media.
