Still, still beating
eventually you'll break through.
Still, still breathing
eventually you'll come to.
Still, still speaking
take me to a place where I can fall.
Still open
armed the ocean
these walls are tall
these halls are long
let me out
let me out
let me out
let me out
these streets are stretching out.
Still, still sunken
laying down without a sound.
- Author: Dent Moses ( Offline)
- Published: July 4th, 2017 03:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 48
Comments3
Beautiful writing. I am trying, I am tryingf to figure out the meaning of it all!
I could be wrong, and apologies if I am, but is this about mental illness? Strong poem.
This is so meaningful, I love it!
Thanks ☺️
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