It's coming, it's looming,
It's here to haunt your dreams.
Every waking breath you spend consumed by this vigilant threat
Yet no matter what you can't escape.
It's coming, it's looming,
It's here to haunt your every step
Every whisper of hope is stolen away by this constant block
Struggle as you please, it won't leave you alone.
It's coming, it's looming,
It's here to haunt your life.
Every day you try to carry on, but there it stays
Waiting to destroy what you hold dear, ready to devour you whole.
But you just keep trying, thinking maybe you can walk away.
Though little did you know,
It was unavoidable.
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I have a theater script due, and my mother threatened to wring my neck if it's not done, so here we are, this is my way of getting through my immense writer's block. I would usually write a short story but I don't have time. Oh gosh I gotta go,
Sincerely, a stressed out Peyton
Also sorry this is trash, I haven't even read it, I just threw words on a page.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetrySo I have a thing when randomly thoughts and things come to mind and I write them down and they become a poem. So I'm gonna try and share these, they only come to mind every so often so I might not update a whole bunch. Only when I get an idea
