Cold hands lay on me
This world is coarse, can't you see
The pain is kissing my head and knees
Nothing is giving me a lease
The dark keeps circling
Tiny voices try to pull me out
But I feel like I am churning
I swear I fight a lot
The tunnel seems endless
I can't see, I can't feel, I can't hear
Is it a normal mess?
Or the world is testing my fear?
YOU ARE READING
Crying Words
PoetryWe may not have big droplets raining down our cheeks, but our pen flows in our words' cries
