Midnight Thoughts

113. Would They Care If I'm Gone? 🖤

There's no Sun for me
in the morning
Nor a Moon for me
in the evening;

Most of the hours,
of wishful thinking,
I'm just wasting my time
on scribbling the jumbled words
created by vision
and abstract imagination;

All day treading and jotting
while blankly gazing and waiting
on My Morning Star's
Western setting;

Agonizing,
antagonizing,
Terrorizing my own psyche
for the million regrets of the past
that's still haunting
and hunting me -
Causing so much pain and distress
&
Ending up just crying all alone -
Trivializing and reminiscing.

I wrote poems
I wrote stories
I wrote essays
I wrote anything
For them -
I DID EVERYTHING ..

But..

Would they care
if I'm gone?

🖤