Your pounding on.
You have no idea how weak I am.
Hammering. Pounding.
Close to red.
stain, seeping blood,
A scratch will tear me open no way of seeing,
Believing
what will happen
mind holds to normal
Beating thoughts not
sure what crazy feels,
Taut, thin, wavering
between happy
And sad,
Days/no heart beats
moments alone
unexpected words
belly filled laughter
surfacing, safely
Floating, a lifeboat
A strong anchor
Your words beat me,
hammering my heart
And my brain / Barely,
see through them, you have no idea
How weak I am.
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A collection of all written work both published and non-published. A strong emphasis on poetry, but also includes creative real-life shorts. Please enjoy and feel free to comment.
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