My pocket is screaming,
it's loud enough for the ears of a mammoth to hear.
My mind is dreaming,
but my dreams are surrounded
by a smoke that's always near.
My heart is hurting,
it hurts because it needs so much
more than what I allow it.
My eyes are on fire,
there are things and faces that
I see, majority because I browse it.
My feet are cripple,
I drag myself to places that I love,
My tongue just ripples,
not even understanding where I come
from.
My hands feel empty,
yet there's no more room for me to hold,
but my ears are listening,
my body will fight whilst doing
what it's told.
About the Creator
Nonnah Fain
My muse is mental health. I get a high off of writing. I write about everything, we are all walking stories.
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