The alarms yet to ring
3 more hours before dawn and I'm stuck singing in the dark
Serenading all the thoughts
All the thoughts I wish would stop
Like
Your friends jumping off a rocky cliff and crashing down into the waves
You're feeling the spray and blood on your cheek as
A cold sweat wakes you from your nightmare
Soon deaths vice-grip drags you back under,
Your last thought that
Maybe 11am will come at a better time before tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
This is[n't] it
Poetry2021 note- This is more of an archive of old poetry now =) I like poetry. This is my first time doing something public, if not anonymously. I appreciate feedback, as long as it's constructive criticism. Any tips for getting a vague feeling out onto...
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