Knuckles bruised because the temper cannot be contained
Body aches like a weeping willow fighting against the storm
Brain inprisoned by the doldrums
Heart throbs everytime I open my mouth to speak
Tired lungs from the anxiety and gasping for air
Eyes swollen from the salty streams caused by the pain
Little sleep because my emotions are exhausting but will not take a break
When will it ever end?
c.r.
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Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
