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Jan 2020
see too many faces
just take me to sleep
sleep is for the weak
proud member present
living in the past
so i'm never around
i can get so vulnerable
through these arduous life lessons

i feel like
these places just hold a hell
how do they know me so well
my demons follow me
accustomed to kiss and tell
the extrovert pops out
and then i bid the world
farewell for a few days
the sun rays and i got beef
and that's safe to say

overflow of painful
sensation in my mind
thoughts, faces and places
i can't leave behind
thinking in retrospect
i do it all the time
i know it's all in my mind
maybe it's because
i chase the sublime
more than chase my joy
both, i hope i find

- n.a.
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Written by
nathan  23/M/dallas, texas
(23/M/dallas, texas)   
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