Today I dive into the pain.
I revel in my sorrow.
I swim through ripples of regret,
Hope emerge I'll tomorrow.
From agony comes agony,
As dread becomes more dread.
I feel my breath a fallacy.
I wish that I was -
I’m blind to light.
Can’t find my fight.
Can’t open up. I’m shut too tight.
Won’t touch the sky.
Won’t even try.
I wish that I would -
I hate this weight that I’ve created.
It is all my fault.
And every word you speak or write,
Douses my wounds with salt.
I’d welcome you to reach inside and suck out all my breath,
So I can sink down to the ground and there I’ll welcome -
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
