I'll provide the words for the feelings you struggle to describe
Pain A gift given An unconventional gift we have been given To long dearly and fully To feel our lungs tighten and our eyes leak
By Shayfe Shiphrah7 years ago in Poets
Sitting by the window is a blessing At least it is much less of a trauma. In one glance everything is still. At closer examination..
"Grow up" they said "To where?" Where the grasses are green The floor cold and dead Names on stone in a row? "Grow up" they said