Closing the window
In the dead of night
Walking to the bed
On another restless evening
Crying alone and in fright
Dreading these endless nights
For that's when I see you
And am reminded of the impending doom
Of the newfound scar
That lays upon my heart
Another bleeding wound
Reminding me of you
-A.S
YOU ARE READING
Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
