Paroled from my mind,
I lacerated my veins
– I didn’t expect this –
Living with scars of torment,
Death keeps escaping my grip.
Didn’t Expect This by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse
Depression
Frustration
It constricts Like a chain Wrapped around your neck Smothering out your every breath. It infuriates Like a hornet stinging
December 3, 2014
