my every essence
is being consumed
in an unorderly manner
by fatigue
breaths come out in gasps
my own will being
is fading
into nothing
collapsing to the ground
my heart is racing
overworked
overstrained
the only thing that lies
is the heat
radiating and
livelyhood
my arm spazes
then my leg
my breath in even shallower breathes
holding onto nothing
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
