Tuesday, 13 December 2022

Published December 13, 2022 by with 0 comment

Pome

 Frosty ice pierced icicles 

Frustration and fury burriced deep within 

Deep down the hollow 

Something trouble me

I tried everything to grasp it

But I end up at the edge in the end

My head is bustling and every noise wants me to end here.

Each breath I take chokes me

And the unknown sadness curles up my knees.

The will to take away my breath grows with each passing second.

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