3:15
Another hopeless night
Tired
But sleepless
Mind won't stop
Clock won't change
Stuck on one worry
One minute.
Never wants to end.
Wants to keep haunting me until I fade
Which is not possible
Beause I will hang on to the edge
Of the cliff for as long as my fingers can withhold gravity.
Not because I want to but because
The poltergeist won't let me
let go.
I'm possessed.
By its energy which had taken me over.
As I lay here
Motionless
Hopeless
at 3:15
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
