The nights like these,
the lump in my throat
Suffocating
the pound in my chest
slowly dismantling
the heart that's left inside.
The tears stream down, and the grief -
no sadness,
Gushes by in oceans.
waves of emptiness overcome me.
I'm left with nothing;
but the loud, deafening silence
Without you.
The words alone are a knife,
stabbing the existing wound over and over again
as I lay in wake,
still
alone with my thoughts, alone with my pain,
nights like these:
they can't save me.
For I'd meet death,
with a broken heart,
where he'd mend my withering soul.
K.G
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PoesiaMy innermost thoughts and feelings - love, heartbreak, despair, and hope A Collection of original poems - Kaitlin Glass
