Nov 11
Call it Cruel
Wrenching
One's Heart
Where
One Cannot
Breathe
for want of
Kindness
feels like I'm
forced to
kiss a corpse
beneath a shallow grave
covered in
winter's snow
buried
a long time ago...
Wrenching
One's Heart
Where
One Cannot
Breathe
for want of
Kindness
feels like I'm
forced to
kiss a corpse
beneath a shallow grave
covered in
winter's snow
buried
a long time ago...
Inspired by a poem written as "untitled" by N. Anxiety forces us to emotional extremes of nauseating stomach pains to being unable to breathe or move.
