And as soon as you get your hopes up, hopes for a future,
there's this crash like a tidal wave pulling you under.
Making it even harder to breath than when you were at the top of Mount Everest without a mask.
That tidal wave pulling you under like a thousand wrestlers disabling you to breath.
That tidal wave was so fierce it knocked you out for months, for you could not form a coherent thought in years.
That crash being so fast it broke the speed of sound and light.
Deep inside you're screaming for a lifesaver and you think that the miracle of it all is that, though you feel like you've died a million deaths, your exterior is the perfect resemblance of Da Vinci's Mona Lisa's smile.
No, the miracle is that you survived this, you are still alive. The miracle is that you get to say to the world: "Come and get me".
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Unrequited Poems
Poetry"I'm drowning in an ocean of thoughts." -Miguel Sousa Feel free to vote and comment!
