My knees buckle
I can no longer hold myself up
My body is too weak
My sight is gone from the tears
My chest hurts
I can't pick myself up
I'm getting weaker as time passes
The chest pains strengthen
Like a dagger straight through my heart
The tears stain my face
My chest still hurts
Even more than before
to be continued
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Hear My Cry
PoetryBook of Poetry, formerly known as "The Journey", poems inspired by true events
