In the back of the mind, restlessness intensifies
like
a
heart
beating
Pounding, more and more like a drum
No resistance,
only tremors and pain
Argumentative, is first nature to it's own kind
Pouring and swirling
phases
a
bystander
which is
uncomplimentary to
life
Aching while suffocating
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Mediocre Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. {temporary} #109 in Poetry (11/28/16) Highest Rank ~ #95 in Poetry (12/12/16)
