On the worst of days, I had nightmares of civility.
the calm I once craved, that which gives me breath
the very thought fills me with dread.
Promises unfulfilled, years later, forgotten.
But this time, they’re better left lost.
I never asked for this now.
Reminders of my lacking.
On the worst of days, I could still hear
the tearing of pages. Words pushed between
feathers half-hoping no one would hear
them.
Sometimes I think you did.
Sometimes I think you heard every word I craved,
took each one and pinned them to your eyelids
just to help you remember. Because you wanted to remember
On the worst of days, I still have nightmares
of civility, or savagery, I can no longer tell.
The quiet I thought I deserved within reach
only separated by the wall of actuality.
To think the hopes pulsing so lively in my veins
saw themselves stop with no intention of returning.
To this day, I still have nightmares
even as the rain stopped pouring.
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 6:19 AM UTC
On the worst of days, I had nightmares of civility.
the calm I once craved, that which gives me breath
the very thought fills me with dread.
Promises unfulfilled, years later, forgotten.
But this time, they’re better left lost.
I never asked for this now.
Reminders of my lacking.
On the worst of days, I could still hear
the tearing of pages. Words pushed between
feathers half-hoping no one would hear
them.
Sometimes I think you did.
Sometimes I think you heard every word I craved,
took each one and pinned them to your eyelids
just to help you remember. Because you wanted to remember
On the worst of days, I still have nightmares
of civility, or savagery, I can no longer tell.
The quiet I thought I deserved within reach
only separated by the wall of actuality.
To think the hopes pulsing so lively in my veins
saw themselves stop with no intention of returning.
To this day, I still have nightmares
even as the rain stopped pouring.
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