deepundergroundpoetry.com
A Hold on Me
something’s
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
Published 28th Nov 2024
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 9
reading list entries 1
comments 9
reads 138
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
28th Nov 2024 4:39pm
28th Nov 2024 4:41pm
thanks Ron
tho I had just written its nothing I'm feeling
but a year ago I would say yes
so it's a small purge
tho I had just written its nothing I'm feeling
but a year ago I would say yes
so it's a small purge
28th Nov 2024 8:46pm
29th Nov 2024 1:01am
29th Nov 2024 9:58am
29th Nov 2024 12:15pm
If this doesn't capture the energetic signature of depression, nothing will. Well done.
29th Nov 2024 1:29pm
29th Nov 2024 12:32pm
29th Nov 2024 1:31pm
these kinda a spills come natural to me
or seem to imagine not morbid all the time
or seem to imagine not morbid all the time
