I released myself from the pain I've been through last night. I've swarmed up to wonder how these things could only last up in a few seconds.
Screeching sounds of brakes is all I've ever heard since Monday morning and I felt nothing but the noise echoing on the other side of the street.
I barely heard your voice screaming at me.
Because, I'm crying underwater so you don't hear the sound of my voice faltering, almost deafening because of these casts of wonder and thoughts about you.
I wonder how long it will take for you to reach me?
But then again, I suppressed a long laugh after realizing that.
YOU ARE READING
PERSONA
Poetry"different faces, but shares the same perspective that no one knows about." START: 03/20/2024 END: TBA
