
Does my heart cost my mind?
Is there a world where I can have both speak the same language,
where I can feel my heartbeat and my mind not wonder if this is my end,
my mind not constantly racing with the eyes following behind,
clearing everything away and I can exhale it all?
The smog in my system is suffocating me and I have no filter,
nothing to keep it blocked out,
all I can do is distract myself from the feeling of the world crumbling
but it's only within me.
I hold my breath until I can't anymore
and...
the smog is me.
About the Creator
Angel Adagio
A story worth telling 🖤



Comments (1)
I really feel this poem