Out of nowhere
a truck of sorrow slammed into me
crumpling my bones
folding my laughter into shadows.
I tried to hold onto the sunlight
but it slipped through my fingers
like smoke through a cracked window.
Now my limbs feel like lead
my mind a foggy lake
every thought dragging
every breath heavy
every heartbeat tired.
And yet somewhere beneath the weight
a tiny pulse insists
I am still here.
Still breathing
still capable of light
even if only for a moment.
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Author:
R.W (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2025 07:06
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
An interesting metaphor used in this poem to convey the injury imparted and suffered. Well done
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