The light is trapped behind the closed door
The only pain I feel is the mental one squeezing
my skull. Those words take what I have.
Whether they are true or not.
While I pray, I listen, I hear. God helps he knows.
Sleep. An impossible task when those words are
all trying to make themselves heard.
I don't cry.
Crying will only make it worse.
But in the sunlight of day.
I find the happiest times.
Not ones I fake, not ones with
spouted lies. Sharing laughs,
sparkling eyes, and kind words towards other people.
How come the light of day and night
is the perspective of which they see?
YOU ARE READING
Poems in the dark of night
PuisiPoems that I can't express to anyone through words spoken, so I put them on paper. Words that explain hardships and times I can't sleep because of these thought roaming through my brain.
