My nightmares use to be
A result of the chaos
In my mind,
That spilt over into the world
And came for me at night.
Now it happens in the day
The overwhelming sensation
In my chest
Always get its way
Til I'm sat crouched on the floor
Not being able to breathe
Doing everything I can
To leave
This feeling
Forever.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...
