Inna Nixon


Mad - Poem by Inna Nixon

My breathing is getting slower
And my heartbeat fades away
It took me days to look up
But I found darkness instead
Tomorrow will be better
That's what they always say
But my belief has worn out
And my hands are chapped and red
I was looking for an answer
But the answer never came
Do I fail at being a human?
Or the world is the one that's mad?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 10, 2009



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