my head lays to rest
fans churning
the glow covers the room
ticking away seconds, minutes, hours
finally spoken tones fall on deaf ears
and yet i get up
sit down
and give it the time of day
when realistically
its tiring
being awake
waiting
aching
wanting to be with her
but i wait
because its all there is to do
cant speed it up
cant skip it
just wish she could sleep
and its not her fault
but it still feels terrible to be left alone
for so long.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
