Beauty and pain ..
They blend well enough to penetrate my vein
Perforated causing my cells to sprain
And I almost ran out of oxygen,
drifting away from my lane
As if poetry can only be created by reaching the verge of falling, then waking up confused ....in Bane
I breathe in deeply
then out
in a burst
trying not to let temper get the best of my brain
I spill my ink ..unsavorily ..
without any filter
illuminating souls unintentionally
I guess this is the only gain .
Writing hurts .
YOU ARE READING
Mindfulness ( blue edition)
PoetryRanking #23 on the rising list and #18 on the hot list . I express myself in the form of poetry . This book is dedicated most importantly to people facing mental illnesses and heartbreaks ( I love you ) .
