Bleeding heart
Clenching soul
Breathless dreams
Repeated nightmares
Enclosed wrists
Handcuffed limbs
Shut eyes
Suffocated mouth
Poisoned lungs
Shuttered worth
Hopeless blinking tears
Damned neck
Throat stuck
Words mute
Unescapable agony
Repeated cycle
No different today
Engraved in my chair
My only friend, hello dear old pal
Bed, empty thoughts
Struggling muscles
Furstrating ability
Hateful thorns
Spiteful self
If only wings met me now
Then I would fly out of this place
And finally leave this pal this toxic relationship between me and the bed
Or else today the same as always
I would be waking up the burning soul
Walking upon the flame flowing river engraved thorns...
Hey writer/poet here. Today i dont understand why I just feel like writing since I dont plan my work I just write as I go therefore there are time delays or at times writers block. But hopefully you've been enjoying my writing so far. Please comment below, either vote or check out my other works it would really help and thank you for even checking out my work. It really does motivate me.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poesía#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
