my head is inside a swirl,
wave over wave of nausea crashed me to a daze.
i can't bring myself to write,
to type something meaningful
but why am i here anyway?
those sleepless nights,
those cramping hands. .it will be the death of me.
i panic. i scream. prelims will be staring soon,
but why am i feeling that its already here,
and i'm already there?
hazy eyes, i tried to type something beautiful but i ended up writing this.
i don't know why. .and don't have the strength to care. .
i will check that box and click next.
and i'll type a tittle and even some tags,
or maybe not.
and click submit.
i'll probably wonder why i wrote this for you to read,
i even wonder if i'll die of heart attack someday.
YOU ARE READING
Head and Heart starts with the letter "H" just like Heaven and Hell
Poetrycompilations of short story poems. some of them came with my frustrations, others came out with lies but i call it fiction, some started out with cries but i ended up laughing instead. all in all i got confused along the way and it came out like tha...