Moderate Intensity

Bubbles grow inside my chest
Filling every crevice
And negative space with gas
Bubbles grow and multiply inside my chest
Suffocating organs and all the rest
Colored the shade of kind
I have learned there is poison inside
Bubbles pop inside my chest
Lacerating organs and all the rest
With shrapnel disguised as empathy
And obsession living inside of me
Bubbles grow and pop inside my chest
Leaving no free space inside my head
Camouflaged as my desires, my wants and needs
Blinding the self I wish to be 

6 Kudos


Displaying 1 of 1 comments ( View all | Add Comment )


Veyli 's profile picture

This poem is beautiful

Report Comment

Thank you 🖤

by Olive Oyl; ; Report