Feel me move

through your veins

as souls float

on empty trains.

 

Just to see you,

I break chains.

Now I wonder,

what’s left to gain?

 

Fighting to heal

your contagious pain,

it attaches itself to me

and causes a strain

 

within this heart

spreading to my brain.

Killing me slowly,

I am decayed remains.

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.