I feel it.
It breaths.
It's inside of me,
It hides,
Waiting.
It waits until we're alone.
It pounces,
It shreds my soul.
We struggle in a never ending embrace.
I cannot see the end.
I only gave this a 7 because there are some questions I need answers to. A reader should not be left like this. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was really good.