Breathlessness robs you of your sorrows
Anger surges through your veins
You don’t know where this blood is flowing
You don’t really know where you’re going
Then you’re left with broken bones
Then you’re left feeling all alone
You’d rather taste the salt in your mouth
Than the bitterness inside your head
It’s been a while since I tried writing a poem. Sometimes, my mind really exaggerates small little things, or makes the worse out of any possibility. But I guess that’s how I get little bursts of inspiration when that happens.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do with all these poems. I kinda want to share them, because the whole point of writing all these things down is for them to be seen by others, right?
Maybe one day.
I think this is going to be one of those nights where I’d find it really hard to sleep. And it’s already 1:36am, but it feels like the afternoon.
A nice, cold afternoon. That’s really quiet.