sadness that sweeps the eyelids into a lead-heavy lethargy, an awake weariness that flicks through every bad thought and pulls me from sleep; like heavy curtains being dragged across the threshold of my vision - where all conscious thought is a bleeding burden. i just lie here waiting; waiting for what? i do not know. all i know is that i cannot sleep.
It's been a long day. Not as a day that's been filled with worries, but as a day filled with fake smiles plastered together in shallow swathes. It's been a long, long day Even if I feel like this, at least I'm fine If I take a sip of coffee, the coffee's cold If I reach out, will you embrace me? To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm reaching for. The day's cold and the coffee's gone, so I'll leave you with this
The shadow of a tree's leaves in the sunlight is warm and gold full where it should be empty and open as a healing wound
Hello I'm very lethargic and cold, but there's some sunlight so we're good. If you somehow stumble across this poem, leave some song recommendations in the comments! I need new music.
I miss myself. She was good, and kind, and Purposeful. She was not a train speeding along on a track, Wind whistling by, Eyes watering and half closed. She walked alongside it, Marveling at the cars Passing by.
Now, she is reduced to The lethargy that creeps into her veins And ties her to the car.