As cruel as it sounds,
all these things make my heart pound.
Fear and anticipation of the next
breaks my grounds
Crumpling down to mere sand
From the castle I built myself high
It only took a small jab
To wreak the wall built to survive
The sentiments cooped up now flow
like a gentle stream of water
Unstoppable and fierce
It cuts down its way simpler
Tomorrow might be better than now
But will the pain I feel today,
will subside by tomorrow somehow?
©Soul2023
YOU ARE READING
Even If Its Not me
Poetry❛𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.❜ The poetry narrates the point of view of a woman, who fell in love at first sight with a man she met. Constantly trying to suppress her emotions, feeling overwhelmed by the sit...
