Living In The After
"...poetry is taking an ache and making it sing." -Tyler Knott Gregson
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Try
Sometimes
I forget to breathe
The world gets narrow
And my lungs scream
It's like drowning
Or being buried down deep
A prison that only I can see
Sometimes
I get so tired of fighting
And there is no ending
Only a reprieve
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