Fingers tingling,
chest thumping.
Lips cracking,
breathing slowing.
Face numbing,
chest rattling.
Hands shaking,
legs failing.
Pillows drenched,
please get me out of my own head.
Slow dancing with my nightmares,
will they catch me again?
Heart beating,
the world is slowing.
Eyelids heavy,
shoulders shaking.
Stomach twisting,
gut wrenching.
Losing feeling,
slowly falling.
Colorless lullabies,
baby go hushabye.
Echoes in my mind,
will I fall asleep tonight?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
the city
Thơ Caand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
