Whenever it happens, my breath becomes short, my heart aches,
My chest feels pressurised
with the whole of my body covered with sweat, shaking like a tree that just got blown by the wind.
It knocks me down and takes a big control over me.
I find it difficult to refrain
It never stops happening,
The more it occurs, the more it drains
And stains.
It keeps people away from me.
They say they will only come back when I fight it.
But little do they know that I always try my best to get rid of it.
I'm also tired of getting knocked down by it.
YOU ARE READING
My poem, My tale
PoetryThis book consists of poems written by me. It's poem about love, hatred, heartbreaks, subjugation, loneliness, a soul that longs for help and healing and motivation to those that want to give up . Life is full of lot of turbulence we just have to ke...
