The cold nights give off nothing but bitter silence that is too loud for me to ignore.
When it's too quiet on all nights like this, I hate it.
I hate that there is nothing; no noises, nor distractions to keep me from being aware.
Aware of the broken and brittle truth.
That you aren't here.
You aren't here To Help keep my mind at ease.
To help keep out the silence with warm laughter like you used to.
That your light isn't here to defeat at demons at night.
You aren't here to help me dream.
All I have now to remember at times, if I'm lucky, are fragments of those I dare to remember.
But unfortunately that's all I have now that your gone.
Pieces of broken dreams
Done by yours truly. Since after All Valentine's is coming around! This is for my auntie who passed away when I was very young.
2/3/18
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The Endless Tomorrows
PoetryThese are just a bunch of little things that go through my head, or it's just weighs on me emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually. So there are going to be some writing you as readers can relate to, or have a say on one of my writings D...
