Breathing
And sometimes,
Even the simple task of breathing
Can be too much
In, out
In, out
But what's the point?
When all hope is lost
When the world crumbles at your feet
And you can no longer see
The future ahead
Lost in the fog
Of despair and pain
Your heart is heavy
Your soul cracked
Cry, slip, and fall
Into empty arms
And even
The simple task
Of breathing
Is too much
YOU ARE READING
whatever is needed to be said
Poetrycrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
