What is this? This feeling deep down...
It reaches down into the pits and spreads, latching on to every part of me. It burns, scorching the walls of those pits, taking all dampness away from the atmosphere. It warms up the coldness inside and sends fumes curling out. All signs of what once was are withdrawn to a tight figure and pressured into the remaining shadows of the former darkness.
YOU ARE READING
A Strange Feeling
PoetryThis will be a collection of... poems, I guess. I suck at these, so don't expect too much.
