i know the wispy fingers of despair
had found their cold grasp when
four days had passed
and
i did not notice
i did not notice the sun turn into stars
nor the clouds turn into the moon
i did not notice the time tick tick tick by
for the days just seemed like one
i did not notice the reflection of the stranger in the mirror
all i saw was the foggy glass
that i did not care to wipe
because who wants to stare at a reflection
of someone they do not know?
i did not notice
those 96 hours
those four days
those 5760 minutes
pass by
i did not notice
the entangled grip of despair
who returned
without me having a clue
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thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
