Standard Reflections
Waking up again and looking at the mirror
She has no idea what to do
Since her purpose for life
Is not yet clear.
She walks in circles
“What am I doing here?”
Battered is her confidence
With nasty bruises of black and purple.
“Why the hell am I alive?”
She’s been the joke...
Airless Trepidation
Nightly replay
Waking up feeling choked
In my dream
I was hanging by my neck.
Asthma approaches suddenly
Asphyxia is close by
A horrible way of death.
Burning sensation,
Wheezing lungs
I try not to panic.
It comes
It goes
Will it fade someday?
:)
-_- this poem is about...
Sky Gazing
If you follow with your eyes at the flying dove,
I'm pretty sure you'll always end up looking at the sky above.
Who could resist stealing a glance of summer;
Especially when your day has been nothing but a bummer?
Watching at the sky,
Brings me joy and satisfaction,
It soothes my...