Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2018
It’s midnight

I’m scared
It’s loud and dark
And the voices have come
To visit again

I’m alone
Staring out my window
Into the dark
Hearing mutters
Coming from a place
I just can’t pinpoint where

I’m cold
Goosebumps covering my body
I’m so out of control
How do I bring myself back
To reality

My imagination runs wild
Anxiety gets the best of me

I lay here
On my floor
Scared
Alone
Cold

It’s midnight
The voices are here
kyss
Written by
kyss  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems