Sleep eludes me, sitting softly lulled away by false desires and unsettling memories. I sit under a single star, it's only companion being the empty sky and the full moon. Neither one speaks to me tonight, so I hold my head begrudgingly in the folds of my hands.
A seemingly insurmountable headache riddles my mind fogged as I press the avalanche of cascading emotions out of my being in the form of slow constrained, but ragged breaths. The air nips at the skin, giving an aura of unease in the dead silence.
The paved road I sit, sprawled out over lies void of any noise, it's deafening silence terrorizes the psyche. It's pain leaves me feeling more alone than ever, as I've said sleep continues to escape my dimmed eyelids, but I've stayed unrestful for many days now.
Mayhaps I'll begin the medication I've stored for awhile, anything is better than the rest that vanishes from my nights, aside from the nightmares that plague each waking slumber.
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
