Six Feet Under My Feelings

I feel my body in pure pain.
As if my internals are bleeding blood rain.
My high hopes are turning into small specs of grain.
By the end, I’m not sure how much of me will remain.
The reason I keep up with this current trend.
Even if my insides are turning into black skies.
I’d prefer nothing but this body ache.
Because I don’t think I could stand any longer of this heart ache.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016

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16 thoughts on “Six Feet Under My Feelings

    • It’s okay my friend. Writing is mostly for myself, just to jot down small things here and there because there’s no one to tell them to. I’m sure my posts hits those more than others and others more than those. But most importantly, help me get through what I need to get through.

  1. I connected with the gut-wrenching pain in your poem. Just like with art, abstract writing is difficult for many of us to understand. Sometimes, only the writer understands it. But that’s okay. It doesn’t make it less beautiful.

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