I can feel it in my breath.
In my arms
In my eyes.
I can feel in my throat.
In my legs.
In my hands.
I can feel it everywhere.
My stomach
And thighs.
Twitches.
My mind closing in.
Its my medicine.
Defective.
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YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
Worse
I can feel it in my breath.
In my arms
In my eyes.
I can feel in my throat.
In my legs.
In my hands.
I can feel it everywhere.
My stomach
And thighs.
Twitches.
My mind closing in.
Its my medicine.
Defective.