Poet's WordA Poem by Breezie Kae
Pushing myself away,
I can't bring myself to stay. I can't bring myself to say, I admit it, I'm lost. But am I being pushed away, or am I just not following you? Crimson for lies and indigo sadness, I'd try to keep up if it weren't for your gladness. I may feel like death, but this death is so fabulous; I could just meet you there. But when everything is over, is it really all that better? My oxygen's turning so grey and so dense, it's the poet's word and it makes the least sense. My heart valve closes, my breathing turns tense; I couldn't explain if I tried. But is the poet's word confusing, or just too straight-forward? Pushing myself away, but I'm never far away. Making distance in a day, I'm paving this road. Am I being pushed away, or am I making progress?
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