I lay speechless within my bed-headed brain.
Smothering my mind with a pillow of thoughts.
The dark insomniac monster eats at me every time.
And my blanket isn't warm enough for my cold loneliness.
I'm the skeletal remains of the full girl I used to be.
My body aches sadly like a person who's lived a life.
And yet not seen all there is to see within themselves.
Losing the will to live as the search comes to a dead end.
I'm surrounded by the withering flowers of remembrance. Each singular petal, a lost person that made me most happy. I picked at them & criticised their worth as I had none of my own. Pushing away any clues that I might have once adored them with all of my being.
I stare up at the ceiling and for once, the over layer of white isn't so bad. I pop another sedative as it helps me forget that I'm whole with feelings. Slowly decomposing into a empty shell with no cracks to let the light in. The dreaded fatal moment of death quickly becomes a poets last regret.
As I have no words left to utter...
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I've been quite lost in my mind tonight, a shed of loneliness came along too.
This is just a hidden product of how I really feel.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
