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 Apr 2020 John McCove
Oliver
2am
 Apr 2020 John McCove
Oliver
2am
At 2am you’ll find me
Awake and thinking too much
I speak aloud of what I’m afraid
Using the darkness as my crutch

Sleep never comes easily
My soul simply cannot rest
With the dull ache of loneliness
And sorrow it knows best

They say 2am is for the poets
The lovers, the lonely, the inspired
But I just want to fall asleep
Can someone hold me? I’m tired
 Apr 2020 John McCove
Oliver
thanks
 Apr 2020 John McCove
Oliver
from tragedy
comes poetry
so thanks
i guess
for hurting me
The umbra of the firnament
to see through your eyes
and the wind from your skin
to ****** me

Raindrops quiver me
like from the veil
you used to wear

Forever you said
will float into the river
of life and death
together

Why did you
went astray?
There where
i cannot follow

I order the fates
your blood through
my vains to flow
once more

To fade together
into Eternity's
last moment
A poem that i inspired of a Peter Gundry's song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdEV-MpgNm0
 Nov 2018 John McCove
Constantia
Deep down
I want to answer with
“I’m not okay..
This existence is a game
That has yet to go my way.
I can’t seem to get these tears
To just decay  
I want to sleep, but I sit and think and
Then I realize it’s the next day
That one scenario I got on replay
That very day I chose to walk away
And ever since, I’ve been in dismay.”
But I answer with “I’m okay”
My feelings I shall not portray
No, no, not today.
Or is it just me?
 Nov 2018 John McCove
Alexis
Tonight
 Nov 2018 John McCove
Alexis
I'm out of ink
I am out of life
There's a missing a link
and it's dulling my knife

I'm missing my spark
I am missing my light
So I give in to the dark
As it devours me tonight

— The End —