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Joel K Aug 18
The late night casting out a soul.
The body had acted on its own—

When no one is aware—
That this is my darkest hour.
———
Wander around even when you are slumbered on your feet.
The sounds you made, mocked me whenever I  thought to myself.

In my darkest hour let me figure it out.
I can tunnel my way through—
Like a honeybadger using my claws as a liability.

In my darkest hour, sincerely— let me be.
When you feel a mess that you know only you can resolve I guess? The poem is about when you are at the bottom.
lo Jan 2016
3 am
you are responding slowly. i say i love you. you do not respond.

5 am
i say have a nice day you say you too.

7 am
i write you a poem of words i barely knew before google and thesauri i tell you you are beautiful. read at 7 17

11 am
i am in class biting my fingers you have not said a word i have sent you fifteen messages all left unread i am worried

2 pm
you have said nothing my head is shaking my hands are spinning you usually respond so quickly

3 pm
i saw that you were typing as i exited my messages. i never got a message.

5 pm
i sent a simple hi and was sent an automatic response that you had been offline for too long my message would be delivered when you came back online

7 pm
i sent you messages to see when you came back. you didnt come back.

1 month
its been 31 days youre still offline

2 months
i got a message today and i saw your name and my stomach flipped you said only hi and i said hello back. you did not reply.

1 year
i do not think of you, you left.

2 years
i saw you on the street you looked like a new person. i waved but you assumed i was acknowledging someone else. you walked away.

2.5 years
i got a message from an unsaved number that you killed yourself today and my number was in your phone and i might like to be informed. i didnt reply.

— The End —