Wednesday, 13 August 2014
11:52:18 PM (GMT)
So I wrote a poem last night. Been a while since I did this.
2am confessionals rack my brain
and sleep is no longer an option,
because I can't bear to close my eyes
without documenting my temporary lapse into insanity.
So my pen hits the paper
and the thoughts cloud my head.
I never realize when tears start to form
but when they fall on the page
and make my ink start to bleed
I realize I need to stop
because the bad thoughts are becoming all too real
and I start thinking way too hard;
enough that the pen stops moving
so it's just me,
and my tears.
So I turn out the light,
making my room as dark as my mind
and I let the 2am confessionals
run out of my eyes.
They soon cease
and merely become 5am memories
which will also soon fade away by 7am
when I put on my smile
and start the day
that will inevitably turn into night
so the cycle can start once again.
Last edited: 14 August 2014