Underwater but breathing maybe fine.
Hope is the only thing that keeping, alive.
There's so many bodies between underwater and being afloat towards the line, I see.
Some are nearer some are quite far. But all their stories.. :
closer to the end.
But nothing ever did bewildered a single soul.
They are probably like fused minds
With a body that doesn't feel more, than animalistic in the night bed. And they say they like it when nights are like that, taking me to edge to vomit on their words, every time I swallowed back cause I live in a colony full of them.
But I have no choice..
How do I end up here?
How do I get out of here?
A shaky weak voice, replies only if you die. Only way is to die.
But that can't be the only way. Giving up only means you failed.
If Life's a test I'm gonna pass on it anyway
It's okay if the numbers aren't good.
:Fallout:
Gallium
Tressel
Treasuring
pink vines
trying,
Candy gold, lithium;
Your eyes;
Made for the show.
I remember, when
I remember when.
YOU ARE READING
Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
