My spirit floating endlessly
All that I know disintegrating
How easily your life can flash by
A gun shot, a blade, a slimmer of vulnerability
Forced off the ground
Blinded by the captor's hands
And suddenly you're underwater
Water constricts your lungs
Then it's all over
Acceptance is futile
Eternity is inevitable
This is my worst fear
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
