My alarm clock haunts me.
Reminding me every morning.
That I MUST get up.
That I HAVE to go outside.
That I have no choice.
No matter how hard I pray...
To any goddess, or miracle maker.
To a supposed god of love,
People fight so hard to believe exists.
Because, if they did...
Things
Wouldnt be so out of control.
I wouldnt be so out of control.
I wouldn't be bled dry of love,
Left with anxious bones that
Are
Easily ground into a fine dust.
Looking forward has never
Felt so pointless.
When looking over your shoulder
Deeds
Irreversible.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
