Breathe in...
This is what he tells himself
In hopes of staying calm
One phone call
One drink later
And everything goes wrong.
"Your grandfather is moving"
"Youre not allowed to see your father"
"Your dog is being put down"
"You should call your oma to say goodbye"
"Youre a liar..."
In the span of a second
His head is spinning
Breathe, breathe, fucking breathe
His throat is dry
He can't move
His eyes are burning red
And a wall is his next victim
Leaving him exhausted and alone.
Remember to breathe
And finally his chest rises with air
Before releasing with tears
Just breathe
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
