the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.
a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--
glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.
my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
reverberating
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.
once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.
a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--
glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.
my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
reverberating
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.
once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.
make it stop.
