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It's midnight, Eastcoast...
and it feels like it's been so long since yesterday, but I'm okay.
It's normal I guess to feel this way.
I just miss things, even when they're right there.
I'm beginning to think that glass and time are evil.
I don't know why, but I just do now.
Time never stops moving and it scares me. Glass keeps me away from things like unfiltered air I'm addicted to.
It's been months since I've last been in love with someone.
I don't care though, I guess.
Everyone becomes alone sometimes, but I'm not lonely yet.
If I forgot what the sun was, would I be too afraid to meet it again?
I can't stay in this room forever.
It's got time, and it's got glass.
I hate those things.
I think I' am just really tired.
It's Midnight, Eastcoast.
I wrote this now.
I need sleep, and I need prayer.
Georgia, United States
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