My chest aches
It burns with the flames of hell & the realms of everything profane
My lungs are filled with poisonous air & smoke
& every excruciating gasp of air intoxicates me
I try to scream for help
But those flames burn my throat, my mouth
& I can't make a sound
I try to move, but thousands of blades penetrate my body
Bullets rip through my skin and bones
So I’m forced to stay behind a mirror that reflects a perfect image
I'm forced to wear a mask; a fake illusion of contentment while I slowly perish in agony
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Sounds like my honeymoon.Still its all worth it in the end.
Love it. It shows the true emotions of it.
THNX
Vividly painful moments -your poem may be feelings for others who are suffering …
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