dark hours

4 0 0
                                    

Fellow writer
We meet again
How often
Do you feel
As though time
Will never end?

Some criticize
While we write
Most jealous
Because we fall
Into other lives

The longing
Is often
Deemed
As consuming
But I'd like to think
For us
This is how we survive

We addict
Ourselves
On short relationships
And short time cities

Saying we will never go home again

We are messy people
Who sometimes
Sucome to self doubt
While we sit on our floors
Staring above
Minds spinning
Asking
If someone is there
And if they care enough
To notice us

Snowflakes in Spring Where stories live. Discover now