I hate being alone.
It frightens me.
In the middle of the night.
When the cold, undisturbed air
Glides over my
Exposed skin.
Oh, the thoughts I have.
Twisted.
Dark.
Ugly.
A whirlwind of
Insanity.
I can't be alone.
With my my thoughts.
It terrifies me.
Blinking, slow.
Eyes half closed.
Staring at the holy light.
My mind battles.
With emotions
I cannot name.
...
In the morning,
Daydreams I cannot
Speak of
Haunt me.
Throughout the day.
So, I imagine
That I am a brave soul.
And, happily,
Be on my way.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
I hate being alone.
It frightens me.
In the middle of the night.
When the cold, undisturbed air
Glides over my
Exposed skin.
Oh, the thoughts I have.
Twisted.
Dark.
Ugly.
A whirlwind of
Insanity.
I can't be alone.
With my my thoughts.
It terrifies me.
Blinking, slow.
Eyes half closed.
Staring at the holy light.
My mind battles.
With emotions
I cannot name.
...
In the morning,
Daydreams I cannot
Speak of
Haunt me.
Throughout the day.
So, I imagine
That I am a brave soul.
And, happily,
Be on my way.
Request permission to use this poem