They haunt me more than I admit.
I am not a firm believer in them,
yet they plague the four walls of my home.
They're not faces.
They're feelings.
4 A.M. feelings of sweat-stained sheets and sleepless nights.
3 P.M. too long showers and stale cups of coffee.
7 P.M. laying down with day old clothes on my back.
They won't leave here,
and it makes me ask myself:
Are they staying out of spite or do I keep welcoming them back in?
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
They haunt me more than I admit.
I am not a firm believer in them,
yet they plague the four walls of my home.
They're not faces.
They're feelings.
4 A.M. feelings of sweat-stained sheets and sleepless nights.
3 P.M. too long showers and stale cups of coffee.
7 P.M. laying down with day old clothes on my back.
They won't leave here,
and it makes me ask myself:
Are they staying out of spite or do I keep welcoming them back in?
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