dont feel like saying much
random poetry
words, they're just tiny letters
why then shrink in fear away from them
carry the weight a thousand stones
emotions pressed against my chest
I cannot breathe
c
l
u
t
c
h
i
n
g
my chest
breathe d......e.......e......p
Gasping they tumble out spilling secrets
overflowing the rim of the cup they rested in for so long
blah blah blah blah
running...where are they going?
running on until incoherent
truth?
I think not
they are after all, just words
©SKW
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