Jun 2015
Going back
through our chats
a tight knot
a knot
tightening,
I choke
it wells up
inside
I hold
on to dear God
Mercy, mercy
pain
it hits
wave
forms
I drown, I drown
until
a poem comes
to save.
through our chats
a tight knot
a knot
tightening,
I choke
it wells up
inside
I hold
on to dear God
Mercy, mercy
pain
it hits
wave
forms
I drown, I drown
until
a poem comes
to save.
