Everytime I die before I live
Before I could even breathe
I'm swallow by disappointment trying to appoint myself to be strong but I'm ebbing.

I live through the wind of my dreams. Inside wounds of my shadow suffocating through the windows; choking. trying to communicate with suicidal
thoughts but it feels like I'm drowning in my own sorrows
And the only solution is
To hang myself.

Everytime I die before I live
I'm scared before leaping into
a situation that I might fall.
I'm scared before I dream
could be told I won't make it.
My confidence is frightened
By a brightened dense clouds
Of silver lining at the end of the situation which many want to destroy.
Too many obstacles I glance
before I cross clouds of rough path.
I think I won't make it.

By:Melvey koka (the surgical poet)
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Sonador (the dreamer)
© Melvey koka