IN MY DARK DAYS

 

minutes, seconds and nano seconds awaits 

as time sluggishly drags 

heartbeat falls off the rail of counts 

lungs reluctantly passes breathe 

helplessly as I fold my sheets 

the same spot I lie sinks in the foam 

pillowcase has somewhat become drenched 

the other side of my bed is thorny 

comfort seems to be at arms length 

happiness feels a lot like sorrow 

darkrooms creates the perfect illumination 

my wet eyes and running nose is odious

the little drops from the sink sounds loud

stale air flows in from the window lid 

in my dark day, my heart becomes frigid 

my love… I contemplate suicide

@talk2leigh

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8:08am

21 Jan 2024