Smothered

Inside of my head
Residing,
Is a cloud
It's smothering my soul
Like a deathly shroud

The world creeps in
Every now and then
I'm consumed,
I am
It's happening again

I need to find an answer
To take back control
I have to set free
My covered up soul




Poetry by Bella738
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Written on 2009-08-06 at 05:15

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Yes you do and writing it out, certainly helps.

Nice rhyme and rhythm.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-08-06