i wake up at
the same time
every night
at 12 am
sometimes
i tell the sky my secrets
as my tears get confused
for rain
and my secrets
lie with me
on my bed
asleep till woken
and i let
them fall within
the weight
of the wind
scattering free
then
i let them go
because
i have to
i have
let dirt sink
within my wounds
for far too long
its infected me
in ways i wonder how
i lived
but if i let go
the bits of fire
are slowly killed
the burning houses
are turning into
just houses
and
finally
i am not
coughing up
smoke anymore.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
