Tired,
I crawl into the hole I created,
my resting place.
It is nestled deep in the tundra,
Away from the life I have lived.
Here,
I forget my failures,
that I have burned into the skin
of those I love the most.
Here,
I close my eyes,
and like a needle has been
pushed into my veins,
I forget.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Tired,
I crawl into the hole I created,
my resting place.
It is nestled deep in the tundra,
Away from the life I have lived.
Here,
I forget my failures,
that I have burned into the skin
of those I love the most.
Here,
I close my eyes,
and like a needle has been
pushed into my veins,
I forget.
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