i used to love the middle of the night
because i could lie down
and think
i don't think clearly during the day
so whenever there was something
i wanted to ponder
i would do it at midnight
but lately
the thoughts are different
before, they were soft
light and feathery thoughts,
suggesting what to do
but now they're harsh
jagged
like knives inside my brain
and i can't block them out
no matter how many times
i recite the first page of the lost hero
no matter how many times
i fill my head with
music notes
and lyrics
no matter how many times
i tell myself i will not be afraid
the thoughts won't stop
tears stain my pillow
dark circles haunt my eyes
and scars line my mind
because the words
the voices
the thoughts
the swords and daggers
won't leave me alone
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
