When I wake up, I reach for you, and you are not there. My heart drops to my stomach. My lungs gasp for air. I feel lost and aimless,
By Kyandra May3 years ago in Poets
Your cage, wrought iron, rusted unwelcoming and cold The air is stale and musty smells of rotting earth and mold The sustenance is lacking
I'm giving all I have Please, take a little more I have nothing left to give But you'll find something I'm sure I'm the very best you say
The healing starts and I feel the scars ripping The panic sets and my hand meets my heart, gripping Reaching for something it can't even feel