Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
it’s 3:06am
the demons
they seem to be running late

i pray arrival is soon
their presence
much more reassuring
than being left alone in my thoughts.
thoughts that turn into nightmares
nightmares into a living reality

no wonder i go for therapy
Written by
nish  20/F
         ---, mansha, Hg, Rick the shoe shine boy, Blue and 5 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems