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5d
In the midst of rebirth,
I tend to die again...

The gravity of the grave ***** me in.
With my might

I lived with no recollection,
I die a gruesome ******
I must reincarnate supernatural.
Why do I go back to the places I so desire to be freed from? Why is my growth so stagnant. I find myself aching in the places I ached 2 months ago. Praying the same prayer, reading the same books, the emotions I thought I had escaped somehow have come back harder.
Vuyiwe
Written by
Vuyiwe  F/South Africa
(F/South Africa)   
22
   Jason Michie
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