Rare moments of vulnerability
Hit me like a tidal wave
In the darkness of my room
I hear the bustling life from outside
But it only repulsed me
The tears began to fall
How many times have I cried till I couldn't?
I wiped them away, but it's like a continuous stream
They joined into a puddle on my pillow
As I prayed I would sleep soon
I just wanted to sleep but I never seemed to catch it
Staring at the dim light from the moon
Shining through my window
It's almost dawn
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
