at night, when I am alone with my thoughts
my mind twists itself into complex knots
i dread the night
i love the night
the darkness is a comforting blanket
the darkness gave me silence, i drank it
the crickets chirp
the frogs croak
and my mind goes wild
night is when my mask slips
night is when my heart rips
night when I realize I'm broken
but It's always remained unspoken
in the day I can smile
and say I'm fine
but at night I can't stop myself from crying
night is when my nightmares become terrifying
YOU ARE READING
lacuna - a poetry collection
شِعر𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
