breaths hitch and solid gasps,
fingers slipping from a tight clasp,
memories faded from my weak grasp,
desperate for closure,
unable to go further,
each moment claws fiercely,
impatient,
aggressive,
pounding at my eardrums mercilessly,
until finally it stopped,
the bullet pierced it's way through,
ringing halted,
moments forgotten.
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wildflowers;
PoetryHey, everyone! This book is just going to be a bundle of my poetry or just anything that comes to mind. I do hope to improve my writing, so please give me some honest feedback. Thank you! WARNING: Dark themes that may be triggering for sensitive rea...
