Tears stream down her cheeks
Like rain falls down her window pane
Heart is pumping fast and strong
Like heavy footsteps pounding down the hall
He's coming;
Don't breathe, don't make a sound
Almost wish you were dead
Rather than lay in this bed
A black cloud pours into your room
The stench of familiarity soon follows
This is when you float off
Away from this soul crushing reality
Never to return the same
You collapse back down like a ton of bricks
Broken, empty
The only reaction is to question yourself;
Who am I? Where did I go?
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Keisha Wilson
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I love writing, music and creating!
Victoria, BC, Canada
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