It's three in the morning.
My phone vibrates.
Not you.
The light from my phone.
The only thing holding back the void.
From swallowing me whole.
The shadows are more patient than us.
Because they know something we don't.
The light has to have an expiration.
The sky will dim.
When it happens.
The void grows and the shadows consume.
It's four after three.
Another vibrate.
Still not you.
But the shadows go away.
Just for a moment.
With every vibrate that isn't you.
The void can't consume.
Hope.
YOU ARE READING
I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
PoesíaA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
