Hanging in my arms
She climbed
She clinched my hands and they bleed
Clinging onto my heart
The idiocy of my soul listened
It swallowed her words like medication
Pills for the pain I once had
I woke up that morning
It felt right
She felt safe in my arms
Soon, she turned to ash
Forgetting how she felt
The grueling task of forgetting
Is not easy for it was not I who choose this
Hanging in my arms
I climbed
12:22
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Two Five Nine
PoesíaA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
