Must I gaze upon such a frown?
Eyes are rivers, pouring
Slippery will be the crown
As your chin lowers
Lips quivering; earthquake
Two drums pounding within
Bandage to prevent a break
To mend the broken
Black lungs with skid marks
Toxins; chemicals
It will not continue to get dark
A light will remain
Shining, far away
A raindrop of optimism
Fills the lung portion that remains
Gasp for air that cannot come
Raindrops; now oceans
Skid marks eroding
You drown in it
The pity
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
