it's all in waves and
rhythmic pulses, each time you think about it—
it's gone.
like it never happened
at all.
waves and pulses,
empty and thoughtless
suicidal thoughts all ready to
just jump and —
let it end.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
