Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill
They say suffering is a choice
But my suffering is an open battle
The bleeding. The dying.
And the yelling won’t cease
When you’re told
you’re like an atomic bomb
Detonated, and everything’s gone
When you feel like a stampede
Like a forest fire
Like open fire
Not everyone’s rollercoaster
is a straightforward ride
Mine is a meteor
Belligerent, like falling stars
And they say suffering is a choice
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Nice flow of poetry you have here.
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Thank you for your lovely comment!