I love existing in those
Forgotten hours.
The time when although everyone
may still be there
You can almost find comfort
in the alone.
No contact.
No bother.
Just existing symbiotically
with your environment.
Although sometimes terror
may decide to pay a visit
And the world seems like it will
crumble and fall.
Knowing the light will follow soon
may sometimes be
the greatest gift of all.
YOU ARE READING
Little poems I write at 3am to keep me sane
PoesíaI randomly write low-key bad ish poems when I can't sleep and I need my notes app cleared (for ranting and what not, you know the drill). Sooo ima write them here so future me can see them :))) Warning lol I'm no way a poet just someone who finds it...
