Saturday, March 3, 2018

Untitled no. 4

But this is not prose or poetry.

This is for when I lose to sadness,
When my heart twists,
And I just want to whimper the whole night through,
Or curl up on my bed.

This is for when breathing becomes a chore,
and the tears start to form.
Deep breaths, deep breaths, I try
And it does help
But only for a moment
Because in the brief second my head clears
Something leads me back to where I was

Deep breaths, deep breaths...
Please...

Just--