These days
I feel I can't do anything right
Everything I say or do
Ends in an argument
Big enough
To leave me stranded
On my own
Only my thoughts, emotions, & memories
Keeping me company
Yet keeping me awake
All the same
To ponder over
The simplest of things
As I curl up on my side
And try to not give in
Even though the pressure
Is slowly building
Slowly pushing
Cracks forming along the surface
Of the glass jar
I keep things bottled away in
To focus on at a later time
Only to never be touched
Until it's truly too late.
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K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
