Misery Is Poisonous

Someone’s crushing my chest

Stealing my last ounce of breath

The pressure won’t allow me to rest

I’m the closest I can get to befriending death

 

There’s a criminal trapped in my ribs

The cell isn’t holding him anymore

My bones have begun to break

Fragile and rotten to the core

 

There’s poison flowing through my veins

Searing my once tender heart

Even the smallest remains

Have crumbled and fallen apart

 

The marrow is ripping apart

Misery has numbed me from the inside out

Hitting the weakest part

All I can do is silently shout

Author's Note

Not a very good poem of mine, but had to write something down.

Reviews

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Speaking of a panic attack!