It’s 2 am
And the walls scare me
Because the shadows don’t look like me
And the moon is a piece of cheese
That is too bright.
It’s 2am
And the ink spills
And my hands are witness to the tragedy
The Dawn helps
But can’t get back what I’ve already lost
It’s 2am
And I close my eyes
Hoping for some peace
From my ravaged thoughts
I get shaken awake
By my mind reminding me of all the words
I haven’t written down yet
And suddenly
It’s 3am
And I write
C
O
C
O
O
N
With shaking hands.
I stared at the letters
That can start life again
Willing them to transform
Transform into some beautiful 2 winged creature.
I begged it to leave
This 4-wall enclosure
Because protection is only an idea
The walls are daring me to knock them down
Like the dominoes I secretly keep under my bed
It’s 4am
And the words are pouring out of my mind
But my pen can’t keep up.
I am drowning.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
It’s 2 am
And the walls scare me
Because the shadows don’t look like me
And the moon is a piece of cheese
That is too bright.
It’s 2am
And the ink spills
And my hands are witness to the tragedy
The Dawn helps
But can’t get back what I’ve already lost
It’s 2am
And I close my eyes
Hoping for some peace
From my ravaged thoughts
I get shaken awake
By my mind reminding me of all the words
I haven’t written down yet
And suddenly
It’s 3am
And I write
C
O
C
O
O
N
With shaking hands.
I stared at the letters
That can start life again
Willing them to transform
Transform into some beautiful 2 winged creature.
I begged it to leave
This 4-wall enclosure
Because protection is only an idea
The walls are daring me to knock them down
Like the dominoes I secretly keep under my bed
It’s 4am
And the words are pouring out of my mind
But my pen can’t keep up.
I am drowning.
