Modern Poetry with Painful Language

A person, lying here

I saw the glass falling piece by piece.

The cold wind blew in.

The ceiling is spinning.

I think I'm going to sink in.

But there is a powerful force pulling my spine on my back.

I want to break free.

I want to cry.

But my throat seems to be blocked by a foreign body.

Want to cry without tears.

Swallow, like the wailing of the wind outside the window.

I can only cough desperately.

The rest of the power.

Finally, the tears came down.

It flows down my cheeks to my ears.

Wet a big bed.

The wind blew in bursts.

Scrape it on my face

Air-dried tears are like two long and narrow wounds.

Blood red

The heartbreaking pain numbed my nerves.

I am like a ghost, at the mercy of the wind.

So I stayed up all night.

Be in pain