Empty eyes staring blankly. Focused only on the disregarded imperfections on a painted plaster wall.
Month: September 2021
My thoughts are stagnant and my words obsolete. My expressions are ignored and my strengths muted. My feelings are degraded and my emotions gaslighted. And my worth... Completely meaningless to you. But as soon as that whiskey sits in your hand... And you take a couple swigs... It's interesting how fast my worthlessness to you can never be recalled.
You aren't here with us to pass around your stories, So we speak to each other as if you are dead. You'll never know the impact you had upon us, And it hurts to believe we'll never see you again.
Dark circles mark another night without rest. Another night with dreams too lucid and nightmares too obscene. Another night with a mind restless and writhing in every position. Another night with blankets in a choke-hold until light overcomes the curtains. Another night gone... And marked solely without rest.
I know those windows face the South... And somewhere beyond them is you.
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