there’s a hole in my heart
that just won’t go away
I try to fill it up
but I fear it’s here to stay

emotions all a’bubble
like a witch’s brew cauldron
just me waxing nostalgic
over this wicked life I’ve spun

my throat closes up
breathing is labored
I must face the facts
the lines of life are blurred


7 thoughts on “Blurred

  1. Pondering problems pensively here and building tension with calculated suspense. Well chosen structure and portrayal of stress. You’re writing really well Phoebe.

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