It Is
Screaming, crawling on the floor,
Feeling I can't live no more,.
Darkness tendrils closing in,
Piercing my soul, tearing my skin.
Struggling to catch my breath,
Baulking at the talk of death.
Fighting to exist and carry on,
Now that a part of me has gone.
Copyright © Gina Jones | Year Posted 2021
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