Doom..A Poem by AugustIt's game over.. I lose..
Blurry vision, my forehead's sweating.
I can't breathe. This is so exhausting. My mind chokes on my thoughts while my hands are on my throat. They say there's an end to every tunnel, a light after the dark. But my world feels closed like a funnel, leaving scars and marks. Should I or should I not? Guess there's no difference even if I don't. It's game over.. I lose... © 2023 August |
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