I spend a lot of my day talking,
Words spewing out like vomit,
The thick acid crawling up my throat.
My words come out spluttered,
Through gags,
And sudden force from the clenching of my stomach.
The words were meant to stay down,
But instead they were forced back out,
Like the vomit that was once my food.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
