The rain patters
against the dark window,
cold air
coming through
the foggy glass.
The shadows
are breathing on them,
trying to get through.
My eyes droop
and my heart slows.
I should stay awake,
keep them away.
But I know
they'll be there
when I wake up.
take the shadow for the substance
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
