Mornings are tough beginnings;After I spend hours to sleep at night,
Knowing it takes two fucking hours
To calm my nerves and dreadful feelings.
What I do more, Deathra;
You sitting on a throne, legless, hopeless,
Awaiting a miracle to walk among the worlds,
Knowing pain wouldn’t leave, and you scream endless.
Dammit! I, still, think of reaching the dark stars,
Claiming nothing would see the helpless morons,
I wonder what’s like to be in love; unreal thoughts here?
It’s unreal desires I fear will come true;
The blood of sickness I own screams
The hastiest words ever known; stigmatic mind,
That’s life now, my dear; I wake up to a dream,
Sleep back to dreams; write about dreams;
And never act on my dreams; Come now, will you?
I made another quarrel on grounds of unchecked feelings,
I wonder what she thinks of me; weird, senseless, shitty man,
I am being the worst in last past years; locked in four walls,
Knowing freedom is not in the world, but within, Deathra.copyright sjwordsmith
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