Is it how it feels
Having dozen of numb feets
Slowly growing in your veins
In your stomach
Slowly swallowing in ?
Like thousands of paper cuts
On your tongue
your skin
Like rose thorns
Pecking on your throat
And lungs filled with water
Ready to drown you in ?
When you failed to touch the
Dream you crafted
So carefully
So beautifully
So lovingly ?
When you failed yourself ?