Jan 2016
The more i think, the more i die inside.
Nowhere to run and hide, not even inside.
When hiding until the time passed
May have worked in the past.
Now there's no such thing as time to pass.
There's nothing left to do but to wade through.
Waves of emotion topple and crash over.
My lungs embrace the feeling of restriction and tension.
My heart continues to fight the urge to make it all stop.
Make it all stop.
Nowhere to run and hide, not even inside.
When hiding until the time passed
May have worked in the past.
Now there's no such thing as time to pass.
There's nothing left to do but to wade through.
Waves of emotion topple and crash over.
My lungs embrace the feeling of restriction and tension.
My heart continues to fight the urge to make it all stop.
Make it all stop.
I write all my poems, if you would like to use any of them, I ask that you ask my permission or at least inform me first.
that is the least you could do. Thank you.
that is the least you could do. Thank you.
