Real Peach – Henry Jamison
Tears drown you like a peaceful Amazon,
Throat burns like an untamed wildfire.
Every tick and tock disappear into screaming, torturous, lamenting torments.
Memories turn into bleeding wounds, bruises.
Sleep fly away like the sweeping clouds.
The ground, the air feels meaningless.
You feel somewhere stuck, someone sometimes soon giving up on life.
You feel empty like an abandoned chair once deeply loved.
It hurts when they break you from inside.
But I promise this won’t last for far too long.