Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2024
Cheekbones hot,
Tears shockingly cold,
Anger is consuming.
A disguise for the loneliness that is
Suffocating me.
Christmas Eve solidarity.
Exhausted doesn’t begin to define
What’s felt behind my sternum.
Screaming, fighting, running -
None of it works.
The bigger person never feels big.
I feel so, so small.
Written by
pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
(22/fatigue)   
28
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems