I lay in the grass
Feeling the warm sun on my face
Wanting to scream, but I can't
Not if I want attention
Grabbing the ground and digging my nails into it
Holding onto what's left of me
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Author:
femillee (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2015 01:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this in class and it\'s how I felt on October 13, 2014
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Wanting to be free and yet feeling trapped at the same time. The battle continues in this war on life. Nice work. Keep them coming. Peace be with you. 🙂
Thank you
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