the sagging bag slips down my back,
my crumbling muscles fall under the weight.i lift my leg,
try and move.but i'm stuck,
with only a tumultuous bag of troubles.alone and shivering,
in the cold black slopes surrounding me.closing in and i can't run,
the bag trapping me.and i can't let go,
despite the cuts on my hand.
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3.2 | The End of Infinity
Poetrywe hide our inner pain behind smiles filled with hope. until, the hope evaporates and everything has g o n e . [poetry by a]