Giving upA Poem by Apatheia
My feelings are exploding,
My emotions, my sight, my breath It's unloading. My pulse is rushing, my face is paling, My feet are running, My voice is wailing. A calling for help, a calling for need. A scream, A gasp, whisper, Slowly turns into a pleed. The sweat is dripping, it's pouring, falling. My grasp on the earth is slowly stalling. I'm getting tired, I'm really worn out. I'm giving up it seems, no doubt.
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