There they are,
Catching up to me.
My personal bullies.
They have the salt,
To sprinkle on my wounds.
Any minute now.
I look back,
And it's too late.
They're here.
It burns,
The bubbles form.
All I wanted was to be friends.
Too late,
There goes the light.
I curl up and tried to hide.
But I can't,
It's burning too deep.
{For N.C., thanks for the idea}
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
