It pulls me down, down, down.
It pushes the air from my lungs.
It traps me in it's cold embrace.
How can I drown on dry land?
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nonsense
PoetryThis is a book of my poems. Some may seem light and sweet, some dark and depressing, and some like absolute nonsense . Yet, these are the embodiments of feelings swirling inside me. Feelings you may share and understand.
Depression
It pulls me down, down, down.
It pushes the air from my lungs.
It traps me in it's cold embrace.
How can I drown on dry land?
