It wasn't just today
It wasn't something I knew would happened
When let out to play.
That awful feeling in the pit of my stomach
The turmoil of despair
Threated to eat me alive, paranoid and aware
Like when I'm swimming in thoughts
Wanting to put my feet down on something
But the thoughts were too deep
And nothing was there
My throat would taste the vile
That acidic memory
The waves like my bed sheets
Keep me trapped and feel heavy
Pushing me further out to sea
My eyes become lost in mind
The more distant I've been
But it wasn't just today
Every day is the exact same
Every day is today
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
