Somehow the battle is never over,
I thought I could win.
These wounds aren't just mental,
I have to live with it.
Every battle has a price.
I can't fight on my own.
Every time I reach out,
The air gets pulled from my lungs.
I'm sorry I couldn't be happier.
I have so much more than I did.
I'm surrounded
But It feels like I'm suffocating.
These walls that I built.
I tried my best to break down.
To open my heart,
Only to lock it back down.
In the end what I was searching for could never be found.
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Author:
Almost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have a lot on mind that not even a poem can express but the summary will do until I can find a different outlet.
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Comments1
worded torment and strife
that sensation of drowning, beneath
our life's burdens
is expressed so distinctly
through your words..
a relatable read, thanks for sharing..
(sorry for your troubles
and yes, poetry
is at best, merely a band-aid
in the face of life's true horrors
but
maybe that band-aid, can help
buy you a few seconds of breath
to ease the onslaught)
all the very best!
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