poems;

3:11pm;

-im the dusk
a dark, unwanted blanket
cold and empty
enveloping and consuming
the time when lights fade
and people hide
the time when the dark
thoughts come creeping in
-and you're the dawn.
so beautiful, so serene
a welcome break from the dark
from the exhaustion
you spread your light
and positivity with no effort
i'm almost envious
but what saddens me the most
is that you can never see
your own beauty