Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
this is a small mercy.
to sit in darkened rooms,
plugged into a sad song
clutching at concerns midst a haze of distraction

waiting

for You to pierce it.

tear right through the walls
the pillows
the headphones
straight to the skull.

this is a small mercy.
the only one left.
so I wait.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
242
   Amethyst Fyre and Azaria
Please log in to view and add comments on poems