Untitled.A Poem by SpunkHow it feels to regret.
This gut retching feeling, travels to my heart.
And squeezes it so tightly. It’s breaking. It’s shattering. It’s not my brain sending signals, to the rest of my body. My heart is taking over. It’s filling my eyes with tears. Shortening my breath. It’s shaking my body. My mind can’t control it. Emotions are stirring. Wars raging inside me. Conflicts without resolutions. Questions without any answers. No way of escape. No way of hiding. Only one way to get through this. To keep on fighting. I’m itching. I’m crying. I’m tired of lying. To myself. Sleep. That’s all my body wants. Sleep.
No more feelings that haunts.
© 2009 SpunkAuthor's Note
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