HePo
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Alessol
Poems
Nov 2013
These thoughts I can't contain
Its late when I finally return home
walk to my room into my cold empty bed.
It's not empty because I'm alone
I'm never alone inside my head.
My thoughts roam.
Why do some parts feel so dead?
The answer has yet to be shown.
I can't deal with these thoughts inside my head
my subconscious is tired, my patience is blown...
Then it all turns red
Thoughts free to wander the unknown.
Once again I've spoken thoughts I never should've said,
and that is why I'm in this bed, still physically alone.
I am the only one who can put myself in such pickles!!!
Written by
Alessol
the moon
(the moon)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
350
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems