When a shadow sleeps,
It rests for a long time.
When awakened, it sighs
And breathes,
Only for a second,
A moment.
In that spur of time,
It chokes and hisses:
Full of regret,
Fear,
Its existence dreadful,
Its state cold and malicious.
Yet it sighs;
It doesn't scream or cry out in pain,
It sighs,
As if it's tired of it's own existence.
When the second ends,
The shadow holds her breath
And goes back to sleep
To rest for a
Very
Long
Time.
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The Life of a Mental Monster: A Poetry Collection
PoesíaA couple of short to medium length poems describing the everyday battle with my thoughts.
