Running towards a dead end with a heavy chest,
Looking for a place to crash as my emotions crest.
The rampant jarbled thoughts in my mind cause me unrest,
The ache that mounts beneath my breast.
I gasp amd tremble as the turbulent whispers crash,
The jagged edges of my depths shattering them like fragile glass within a dash.
It gets hard to breath as I get pulled beneath the waves that clash,
The tatters of my mind left to float on the stormy seas like discarded pieces of trash.
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Shades Of Black (Poems)
PoetryAngsty poems that were written long ago in secondary school.
