Dear self,
I swear I can hear
myself murmuring
about how it felt cold
that winter night.
Happiness abandoned me
and was left to die
slowly as the frost
bites every tiny bit
of my body.
I was isolated
from everyone,
no one to share
how i felt sad
no one to hear
how i weep pain.
Ready to embrace death,
my eyes drowned
itself with tears,
a storm came rushing
in a midnight disaster
when a shadow came.
We became friends,
ALMOST .
It shrugged off
my loneliness
but it brought me
sorrow.
I thought it was a
long lost cure
until I realized
it was a calamity instead
It loved to
wake me up
in the middle of
the night
to tell how I became
a walking tragedy
how I crafted failure
how I lost in this game.
I knew it from
the start
I knew it all along
that I came close
to something
I'd regret.
I had befriended unhappiness
YOU ARE READING
FALLING OBLIVION
PoetryI mix words to create sentences that'll fill up the void inside my heart
