Walls closing in,

gasping for air,

silent in verse,

how to express,

how to release;

it feels like all I can do is scream.

What is this stone in my throat,

what are these balloons behind my eyes?

I feel obsessed.

And I fear that love has numbed my verse.

I am trapped with naught but one word.


Love. Love. Love. Love…

The End

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