Suffocating

By Isla Skylark -
Free from what held me.


Drowning in what I have.


Lost in words unspoken.


And wrought in overthought.


Trying to breath.


Lungs suffocating.


I am lost


I am free


I am no longer me.




Isla Skylark
@artpoetry
19 March 2019

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