Fearing for my life, I slowly wither
With every squeeze in my breathing.
Cursing my plight and this bloody winter,
Hoping again I don't start sneezing.
Holding my head down in disgrace,
At the man I seem to have become,
Whenever fear stares in my face;
I seem too weak to even run.
Believing myself that this is best,
A sweet compensation for my cowardice.
My heart vibrantly escaping my chest,
The irony, truth; I'm powerless.
I shouldn't be hiding in misery.
I should be trying to protect my family.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
