once you lose everything,
you're free to do anything.
it's this last shard of hope
that has me trapped.
listen, imma say it'd be my downfall
as if I'm not at the bottom already,
because who said
this pit has an end?
in reality, I'm stuck in this free fall.
waiting on my doom.
it's another one of those nights,
the ones I spend hoping I'd
wake up to your text
that'll never come.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
