Jan 19
Sometimes I forget to breathe.
The world becomes a bit too much.
Trying to calm a racing heart underneath,
In order to relax and such.
Everything inside shuts down.
My brain goes blank and bare.
Body slowed by heavy gown,
Woven from threads of despair.
And when I blink back to reality,
I inhale with bizarre surprise.
Thoughts flood the once empty,
Now a place where peace dies.
No one seemed to notice, no one seemed to care.
That I had ever left. Or was never really there.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
