I'm in a worn motel.
One that reeks of cigarettes and old love.
I drift in the eddies of sleep.
Surrounded by other people's breath.
I now lie awake.
Light seeps in from the eggshell sized crack under the door.
Strands of moonlight curve from the window.
Darkness slants around me.
In this worn motel, I do anything but sleep.
I lie conscious as the hours swirl beyond my reach.
I float amongst the stars,
Lay siege against the sky.
The bed creaks underneath me.
Shifts under my feeble skin.
Their snores keep me awake.
Their breaths a steady ocean wave.
My ears refuse to quiet.
My eyes refuse to close.
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Infinite Depths | a collection of poetry <33
Poetry"Though our depths be but infinite, we still drown within the edges of our skulls.' A sample of poetry from my officially published book! it's out now on Amazon <3 ☆ [Some of these poems touch on topics such as struggles with mental health and menti...
