Poem

I’ve fallen from a place of grace

Feeling the world moving at a slow pace

There’s no way I can be this miserable in a span of moments 

Everything I worked hard for crushes before my eyes

A smoldering smoke covering my throat 

And burning my eyes

A suffocating feeling 

Unbearable pain 

To the point of exhaustion 

This poem is about: 
Me

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