Feeling
Burning through my veins; my heart is pumping
Striving through the breeze; my chest is puffing
I can’t control this. Don’t try to fix this.
You don’t know what I’m dealing. I just have this feeling.
Walking alone during this winter bliss, in my red velvet dress.
Watching the snow melt as I pass, wondering about my life that didn’t last.
My heart is weak. The air is not healing.
Seeing the entrance of a rusty gate; will it open to my true fate?
I need this force to break when I have this feeling.
This poem is about:
Me