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It starts with a sigh and then a loud
a stutter of words pouring out
"you cannot leave me alone"
a cry in the darkness
a plead of wanting
the pressure pops
it finishes
a sob
done.
About the Creator
Ada Zuba
Hi everyone! here to write and when I’m not writing, I’m either looking for Wi-Fi or avoiding real-world responsibilities. Follow along for a mix of sarcasm, random observations, and whatever nonsense comes to mind. "We're all mad here"


Comments (1)
That feeling has such an overwhelming finality to it, which you express well with the end of your poem.