These days, I found myself wishing to fall.
Just fall.
Like a marionette.
Or like a suspension bridge
where all strings break loose
and everything collapse.
Because right now, I am being held up
by the strings on the edge breaking.
And there is nothing more tiring
to continue on like this
where you are wishing for your own demise while putting a show for other.
YOU ARE READING
8 am poetry
PoetryLately, 8 AM are more daunting than the 3AM. It means getting ready to put on a show like nothing bad is happening. It means no more hiding behind the blanket and laying in the comfort of the bed. It means no more sleeping a little more even if you...
