"ligher" poems
You think you've
got it
Oh, so hard now
(And tears are streaming down your face and darkness beats at your soul)
And then you
go and
Look around
(Because all you are is one more complainer.)
And You
know full well
others have it worse,
*(And for them,
you hope
they continue, to complain, because
maybe someone will listen, and
life is ruthless but death is death,
while you may as well be a ghost)*
But that doesn't change your
insomniatic habits of being unable to sleep until half past one
or
***your solitude of half-self-imposed loneliness because
you won't force your burdens upon your friends***
or
***the fact that you
cry yourself to sleep every night because
you can only mask your tears for so long.***
So you
breathe in daylight like it is air
(because darkness lessens and you must be ligherbrighter around other people)
and
fake a smile everyone believes and
(you still fall apart at night).
*you like to think that the night might be forgiving (because nothing else is)
and you
Hope your*
silent complaints
*might actually make a difference,
Even if
overall
the world has
just as many
Complainers
as before.*
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC