Poem

February 1, 2020

I’ve fallen from a place of grace

Feeling the world moving at a slow pace

There’s no way I can be this miserable in a span of moments

Everything I worked hard for crushes before my eyes

A smoldering smoke covering my throat

And burning my eyes

A suffocating feeling

Unbearable pain

To the point of exhaustion

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