Waking up without even sleeping,
An ugly fight lingers in my chest.
Hardly spoken to you today,
I'm tired and restless.
Empty kind of-
But I work and I go-
Go until I'm gone-
Gone until I'm back again-
Just to keep going.
I stare at the ground,
Keep my eyes down.
It's empty,
Like I have no energy.
Keep saying,
It'll be fine soon.
But what if it isn't?
I worry.
I wait.
I'm patient-
But I worry.
I'm adrift through
The seas of today,
It's listless,
It's endless,
It's quiet...
It's quiet...
It's very,
Very,
Quiet...
YOU ARE READING
Broken Glass and Bloody Fists
PoetryAnother cover by Saccstry. It's the fourth book of the series you guys, I'm pretty proud of how far I've gotten. Thanks everyone. The art of some chapters will be between myself and Chiara Bautista, as well as photos I've taken and want to share wit...
