when your lungs don't quite work,
choking in bloodied water,
and fighting through the current
of filtered nightmares,
do you persist through the pain?or leave your love waiting,
yearning for your resilient return?
YOU ARE READING
we were immortal
Poetrya collection of poems of space and anger. from my seven day writing challenge on my instagram.
my lungs are bleeding
when your lungs don't quite work,
choking in bloodied water,
and fighting through the current
of filtered nightmares,
do you persist through the pain?or leave your love waiting,
yearning for your resilient return?