Feet stuck
Try to pull yet no luck
Lift my hands up
Yelling at the top of my lungs.
Heart palpitations slowly decrease,
with lungs stuffed and light gone
my last whisper was:
I give up!
Reach and pull my tiny fingers up
trying to touch you up above.
As I keep sinking
In reality:
I'm not.
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PoetryPoetry is magical for simple reasons. First of all is, that they let you express yourself freely of how you feel or what you see, etc. Second is the way people interpret your own poems or you to theirs and lastly, they make you free. In these poems...
