I wait for the sunrise
before i open up my eyes
the dark is close
the end is nigh
tonights not when i want to die
the silence held back by footsteps alone
rhythmically tapping the weed-bitten road
nothing to the left
nothing to the right
only one direction, forward, to go
this world is invisible
according to most, its mythical
but i know it exists
and im here within
though its barely livable
the lakes are filled with poison
and the food supply is frozen
its the world in my mind
so desolate and dead
and im the only one here with reason
noone else lives here
though their voices are near
i follow them and reach
the end of the world
as they laugh at my fears
i would jump if i were not connected to the ground
i would not consider if i didnt hear a sound
but its calling from the distance
and just a stones throw away
i wait for the day as i wait on the ground
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PuisiA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
