An Argument
My brain fights my heart
I beg for it to stop.
As it clogs my veins,
I begin to rot.
I embrace the bait
and I just want to shout
“Fuck you fate!”
My eyes hush the tears,
and I plead for it to end –
as I count my fears
I ache from every limb
I expect to fall
so I can try to escape
while I hope to just crawl.
This poem is about:
Me