I was so close.
So close of letting go.
Going away from everything.
Escaping.
But why?
Why couldn't I leave?
Why was it so hard?
Who was I waiting for?
What was I waiting for?
It couldn't be nothing else.
Because I had it.
I had it all.
Everything a person would dream of.
But it's the terror of three words.
"I don't know"
I don't know what to do anymore.
But this is my opinion.
To sleep forever.
Away from everything,
Everyone.
Life is the last thing I need,
And may God bless someone with this life I had.
Because it's everything a homeless child would beg for.
And I don't deserve it.
So I'll gladly give it up.
But still, I stopped,
With hesitation,
There's something of someone stopping me.
And I know for sure.
But where are you?
Who are you?
What are you?
Would you break this curse?
Or my only option would be,
To let go and sleep forever.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐...
