Imagine
the people who have the ability
To close their eyes
and decide to sleep
Who are comforted by dreams of possibility.
Like a leap with the intentions of a ground insight.
Now,
Imagine the ones
who are not.
Whose hearts race like their ceiling fan
overhead
A heart beat and withering breath
The still quiet of the night
As they stare
at their wall
for hours.
Shadows cascading
like the waterfall up top their halo of memory.
Imagine the ones who do not
sleep
thinking of
The great of tomorrow,
But of the smothering regret
of a memory
Younger than daylight
Standing in the rain
Remembering once again
They are alone
Like the forgotten ivy on a moss covered grave.
And there is all night,
For reminders.
The hollow holes that contain my tear stained eyes strained in the phone light static
I am so empty inside
as I think,
maybe it'd be easier
to just say
goodbye.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
