Snoring pierced the empty silence,
Hotel clutter covered in a blanket of darkness,
Stitched together by the fabric of the witching hour.
A bright white blinking light
Unceasingly desperate to be noticed -
Snoring becomes louder,
Incessantly ringing throughout your head,
Waking up the anger
You'd so neatly shoved away.
Light pulsing proudly, unnoticed
By other sleeping inhabitants,
Stirs the prickly anger,
Picking the problem emotions
And bringing them to the surface;
Time seems slow in this hollow hole
Of empty experience.
Alone in a world without warming light
To guide you through your journey
When you seem two steps behind
Makes you feel helpless
In this endless stretch of time.
People come in, but everyone leaves
In the end -
When by yourself time seems
A never ending cycle,
Repeating the old hurt for it to bleed
All over again
Makes you feel like a tool
In this never ending curse of life.
Thunder cracks through your ears
and lightning splits the sky
As rain pours down
Like a sea being dumped
From the heavens.
Clouds cover the sky
Like the walls around your heart,
Staining the sky grey
everywhere you look.
Pain fills the silence -
Makes it unbearable to hear -
Thickening the blanket of darkness
That fills the room -
Save for that one stubborn
Blinking light
In the distance.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
