bitter memories
come rushing
through my flesh
as I grasp
for air
to fill my lungs
silent screams
find their way
out into
darkness
where I stand
waiting
for night
to come again
The Creative Chic
bitter memories
come rushing
through my flesh
as I grasp
for air
to fill my lungs
silent screams
find their way
out into
darkness
where I stand
waiting
for night
to come again
The Creative Chic 
Love how you use grasp instead of gasp, as if trying to reach for more air. One can easily feel the angst as night falls. Beautiful poetry, CC!
Thank you for the kind words, SD. I truly appreciate you and your friendship.
You’re welcome and I’m just being honest, CC and I appreciate you, too.
❤️ Beautiful!
Thank you so much!
You’re welcome!