I envy those who experience stillness.
A feeling which my mind is constantly searching for.
My internal monologue throwing my head back and forward and back again.
Blood being ghastly pumped through my aching limbs.
Must keep moving. Must keep moving.
My body a burden I must carry throughout all my days.
My mind a vampire sucking away my essence.
My lungs lost for air.
Although I must appear classically calm.
Sun 10th Apr 2022 01:53
A powerful poem, and a great last line! 🌷
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