It's a "slowly but surely" feeling
Like a persistent after taste
That won't go away,
Sourced at the back of the tongue
But slowly settles at the back of the throat
Forming a painful ball of pure displeasure
That causes you to choke on warm tears that are now flooding your face
The whole sensation weighing you down like a ton of bricks.
YOU ARE READING
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.
