The single life smells
of Honeysuckle flowers
No stress
With hints of white roses
An atmosphere of sandalwood oil
Warming the air
Soothing my soul it's just me myself and I
Yet the are ashes in my distress
Dubris falling down within this depression
The tar blocks smothered my person
There's soot filled in the chimney and I cannot breathe
My chest and my head aching
My heart feels as if it is collapsing
Palpatating
I'm hyperventilating
Falling down in the abyss of sorrows If only the Honeysuckle could replace the ashes...
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PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
