Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
I am afraid of what I want.

The longing for eternal slumber only grows

But I don’t have the courage to ravage the deepest layers of myself

Or the drive to find the most lethal combination of chemicals.

I am afraid of the consequences that would follow my failed efforts.

I can’t face anyone now as it is

So I know

I couldn’t bear the damp, questioned looks I’d recieve in the bed of a frigid, steril room.
By Autumn Angel
Autumn Angel
Written by
Autumn Angel  Maryland
(Maryland)   
390
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems