05:43 23/05/2018
7 o'clock i tell myself
the only hour i should keep
as my throat cries dry
no tears in sight
those same words i repeat
6 o'clock at the horizon
the sun too far away from me
i guess one day
i'll go without pain
won't fear the things i'm bound to see
the sunrise is certain
nothing i can do to prevent
maybe this one time
i'll just close my eyes
and sleep through the entirety of it
but i can't just dream of wonders
when fearing the darkness itself
so if i must fall
into the darkest void
i'd rather go straight to hell
but i deal with this everyday
how can it scare me now
i guess sometimes it's quiet
my invisible riot
because i know i'll get through it somehow
perhaps the same way
as i fear this and that
is how i fear you
which is why all that i do
is to be farthest from contact
and maybe i could fix it all
somewhat replace all the pain
but how many hours would it take
for one must first break
to be able to be fixed once again
05:49 23/05/2018
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petal poetry
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