"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed" Ernest Hemingway

RAH RAH, suprise suprise, another bad poem on the internet.
I wanted to post a poem that is important to me. here it is. ta-daaa.


Oxygen

The crowded silence screams your name,
Beneath this skin your memory walks.
I feel your pain start up again,
Beating: operation new found heart.
Fear and loathing love once more,
Pulling the sutures further apart.