I Don't Have A Title For This
Read Count : 175
Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Just when I thought I was victorious
Depression wrapped its hand around my throat.
Nothing feels right, not even a kiss
From the woman who inspires me to float.
I feel myself slipping again
To the whispers that keep on whispering.
Father forgive my sin
If I am finally willing to sacrifice everything.
I don't want this
But my mind won't settle.
I want to feel a kiss
But damn, my mind is crippled.