Pull your hair out,
Bite your nails.
Drown in sweat,
You're insane.
Feel you heart beat
Out. Of. Your. Chest.
Everythingstooclose.
Aghhhh!
Look at them,
Stare at you.
Want to bet they're joking about you?
Quickly leave now.
Fall to the floor.
Let panic,
Taint you soul.
1
2
3
Breath in,
Breath out,
Ahh.
3
2
1
And we can smile again.
Get up quickly
Brush the dust off
Walk back in a shrug it off.
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Hello there dear reader.
This poem is a little diffrent compared to my others in terms of how it's written. It's a little experiment of mine and I honestly don't know if it even makes sense since I wrote it out of boredom and very late at night.
Also we are coming very close to the end of this poetry collection of mine and I might not continue to post anything after it.
I hope to see you at the end :)
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YOU ARE READING
The Wild Flowers
PoetryLife is so unpredictable. You never know what the real meaning of something is. So I hope you have fun trying to find the real meaning of all of these. After all, who doesn't love deciphering late night poetry.
