Poem
And then it came
Like a blizzard; a sky without rain
Forced and angry like the hands of my mother when she grabs my chin
Suffocating and sad
Like a river with heavy cries of the dead
Slow and painful like the look my sister gave me two nights ago
Shameful and weary
Like a green sky that produces no hurricane
Disappointed and surprised like when I tell him I still love him
And in cycles this goes
And I realize
I'm tired of feeling at all
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PoésieThis is mainly for personal reasons, I guess. I was told that when I explain my thoughts they might make more sense to me. △ "I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." - Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"
