erase the memories
that tear me open
open chest would
exposed heart
leaving me to bleed
i'm bleeding out
suffocating
in all the madness
chaos around me
i'm tired of running
screaming tears
bury it all
these walls enclose
i want to break out
these heavy weights
it keeps me down
gasping for life
just one more time
try to fight
against the dying night
Love the descriptives---you
Love the descriptives---you are really good with them!
~peace~
..........
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "