Poems

Poison

it’s slow like poison reaching the heart

we pretend we are okay

that it does not hurt to breathe

we become tired to the point of no return

our will to fight diminishes every passing day

we blame our selves and the world for the

crumbling walls within

blame everyone and everything except the one

It’s a slow poison that sweeps through the blood

Slowly it moves until it stops the heart

The one muscle that with holds beyond any regrets

 

 

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