The pain washes over me
A masive hand is gripping
Softly at first
But harder and harder
As if trying to squeeze the life from me
It gets more intense
I scream but no sound comes out
And my body is weighed down
Filled with lead, I cannot move
Slowly, very slowly, the pain loosens its grip
Starting at my fingertips
The lead leaves my body
I can breathe again
Can move again
And all I have to remind me
Is the feeling of pain ebbing away
I am filled with relief
The pain has gone
But it’s going to come back
It always does
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Poetry-The Dark Ones
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that is somewhat sad and dark.