Wind.
It will take you high enough to escape,
But close enough to make you stop breathing.
Knocking the wind right out of you.
That's what this feels like.
Someone punched me in the stomach and took my brain out of my head and was like ok let's see what she'll do.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Run, Hide. Scream even but nothing seems to come out.
Running seems like a good idea right now
Will it be a good idea ?
Will it be the wind that takes me under her wings ,
will i be able to scream like I hope i can.
Everything keeps knocking me down one step at a time.
I need the air in my lungs to come out and let me scream for my life ,
for my survival
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoesíaYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
