with the prickly feeling of tears
and a heavy feeling in my heart,
a thunderstorm raged on and on in my mind,
to match the torrents of rain outside.
she grasps and chokes,
kn breathes of air,
filled with venom,
and pounding rain -
each breath she takes
she feels herself falling
closer and closer to the end,
darkness seeping into her vision,
slowly,
s l o w l y,
s l o w-
until life ceased to exist,
and all that was left
was a clear gasp of air
and a washing of relief.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
