I feel like a husk, a nobody
Devoid of thoughts, of custody
over myself, over my body.
My days are fine, but it's the nights
When it's dark, when it's quiet,
when there are no lights.
I'm wasting away (the opportunities),
silent, as I lay (down my arms),
ready to surrender (to insecurities);
A repeat offender, charged with self harm.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
I feel like a husk, a nobody
Devoid of thoughts, of custody
over myself, over my body.
My days are fine, but it's the nights
When it's dark, when it's quiet,
when there are no lights.
I'm wasting away (the opportunities),
silent, as I lay (down my arms),
ready to surrender (to insecurities);
A repeat offender, charged with self harm.
It's a sad-for-no-reason kind of night, but I do also want feedback that will help me improve this piece, so kindly-worded, constructive criticism is welcome!
First venture back into writing. I know it's rough and I'm probably going to work on it eventually... (Maybe split into two different poems...)