Pø3ms (Don't judge please)

Stars and Numb Toes

As the day comes to an end

So must every word.

The words are not forgotten

Just gone.

Hateful ones, nice ones

All words are engraved into minds.

The stars remind me that there is more

Even when he says there isn't.

Each poem is like a star

Shines for a good while

But like any star it will fade.

What becomes of it?

A new star.

It collapses in on its self and creates something new.

Though he is still beating me

I smile because he has to get tired some time, right?

He will be at my throat again

Another day.

I stare up in the sky

Feet numb

Hair tucked

Legs and arms warm

And think about how much longer I have to fight.....