Breathless Pain

Posted in : poems

I feel like the mem’ries are back in my head,
They’re pushed way back and I thought they were dead:

Breathless nights after days where all I did was push,
I scurried around—existence was mush.

So much to do and to keep lookin into—
“This happens to other people, but, no, really, us too..?”

You go and you do, read as much as you can,
You ask, wait, and hope—and all this you can’t stand.

When the day’s over you breathe once and it’s the end;
Then soon you wake up, just to do it again.

—Travis J

12.12 AM


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