//tw: mention of death, mention of depression, sleep deprivation
Up past midnight despite your loving wish
Allowing myself to fall into heavy vertigo
Before crawling into bed
Sleep deprived as can be
But refusing to sleep
I can't sit alone with my thoughts for so long
Or else I might go mad
When you think about it
It's kind of sad
How I'm not the one suffering
I'm not the one dying
But I am the one who's depressed
Who's struggling
Mourning before I've had my final moments
The woman who's all but my very mother
Gone
But not yet, just soon
So soon
Yet I cannot force myself to leave this room
I want to spend time with her
But I cannot trick my mind into believing that
It'll all be okay
Because it won't be
Although accepting that would be accepting
What I can't bring myself to say out loud
The truth that time is limited
With Death waiting for our final breath
From a heavy-set chest
To take our soul to its final resting place
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Poetry For The Masses
PoesiA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
