my bones ache with self-loathing
my muscles tense with rage
I am a prisoner of my mind
trapped in my personalised cagemy heart beats with sorrow
my lungs gasp for air
suffocating in my own thoughts
as I drown in despairI am a vessel filled with regrets
a body filled with shame
my nerves a tangled web
crippling my every step
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed