#bomb - Hello Poetry

I reached for words, for something light, a gentle thought to end the night, to rest my head, to close my eyes– then came a buzz that split the skies. Not warmth, not love, not something sweet, but fear that stole my steady beat. A warning cold, a hollow cry: Stay in. Stay safe. Survive. Don’t die. The walls grew thin, the air turned strange, as if the world had slipped its range, and I– alone in dim-lit space– felt shadows breathing in my place. What if I fade and no one knows? What if I’m gone before it shows? A silent end, no hand to hold, no whispered warmth against the cold. What if they take the one I keep– the one who knows me, soft and deep? The only soul who saw my flaws and loved me still, without a pause. Will darkness fall, will power cease, will silence steal what once was peace? Will I remain, yet feel undone– a life still here, but missing one? And if that grief should come to stay, and pull my fragile heart away, will someone find me in that night, and hold me close, and hold me tight? Will arms replace what I have lost, or warm the soul gone cold with cost? Will whispers mend what fear has torn remind me I am still reborn? For now, the dark feels far too near, its voice much louder than my prayer, and I am small, yet wide awake, with trembling hands and thoughts that ache. Still somewhere soft, beneath the sting, a fragile hope begins to cling– that love, once real, won’t fade so fast…. that even fear… won’t always last. ♡ lil-usagi

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC

lil-usagi

Silent Cries at Midnight

I reached for words, for something light, a gentle thought to end the night, to rest my head, to close my eyes– then came a buzz that split the skies. Not warmth, not love, not something sweet, but fear that stole my steady beat. A warning cold, a hollow cry: Stay in. Stay safe. Survive. Don’t die. The walls grew thin, the air turned strange, as if the world had slipped its range, and I– alone in dim-lit space– felt shadows breathing in my place. What if I fade and no one knows? What if I’m gone before it shows? A silent end, no hand to hold, no whispered warmth against the cold. What if they take the one I keep– the one who knows me, soft and deep? The only soul who saw my flaws and loved me still, without a pause. Will darkness fall, will power cease, will silence steal what once was peace? Will I remain, yet feel undone– a life still here, but missing one? And if that grief should come to stay, and pull my fragile heart away, will someone find me in that night, and hold me close, and hold me tight? Will arms replace what I have lost, or warm the soul gone cold with cost? Will whispers mend what fear has torn remind me I am still reborn? For now, the dark feels far too near, its voice much louder than my prayer, and I am small, yet wide awake, with trembling hands and thoughts that ache. Still somewhere soft, beneath the sting, a fragile hope begins to cling– that love, once real, won’t fade so fast…. that even fear… won’t always last. ♡ lil-usagi