Down the hall
There is a room
Where nightmares feel real
and fear seals your doom.
I hear the cries
when I try to sleep.
Screaming at me to save them,
but I don't make a peep.
I stare at the ceiling
the terror keeping me awake
fully draining all of me as a being
til' every inch is filled with ache.
The ghost of you stands in my doorway
You stand there stone cold
I yell to you for help
but your love for me has been sold.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Junk Book
PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
