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


16 thoughts on “Six Feet Under My Feelings

  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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