A dunk in ice-cold water
A fist to the gut
A hand to the face.
Chaffing my wrists, thighs, neck
I can't breathe
There's sand in my eyes
I can't forget
I'm too afraid.
To make it to the light
You need to go through the darkness.
I'm too afraid of the dark.
Teams are flooding
I can't breathe
I won't breathe
It hurts to remember
It stings to forget
It stings to cry.
They're all I have left.
How could I possibly leave them, us, behind.
These memories, these shackles, these chains.
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A Collection of Small Nothingness
PoesíaSome poetry for you guys! Hope you like it :)
