Even in my darkest moments
the stars still manage to shine bright
through the night sky.
They all sprinkled over the never ending dark abyss,
in the centre of it all,
the large moon shining down on me.
The almost dead grass felt like,
needles poking into my bare legs,
a light cold breeze tickled
at my exposed neck,
I try to cover it with my flannel,
but I still feel the cold nipping through
the thin material.
The crickets in the background,
chirping desperately trying to be heard.
The rest of the small joint
laid beside me.
The numbing started down to my feet,
moving up to my legs,
like molasses.
Even when I know it's wrong,
I still can't help,
but crave for the
numbness to
cover me.
YOU ARE READING
The Unwanted Words from an Unspoken Poet
PoetryThe words no one really wants to hear from me, the screams and shouts from me, being yelled from a balcony can only be heard from a few people, who cares enough to listen.
