Silence clogs the air, dense yet fragile. As I lie on my cool white sheets, Admiring the hint of a church spire In the distance. The shallow light of the street lamp, Illuminates the rims of golden roofs. The orange glow casting shadows in familiar places, Now alien. The night is hot and restless, And the stifling air beats upon my forehead. Releasing sweat in tiny droplets, A reminder of my discomfort. A salty tear creeps to the edge of my eye, And makes it's way softly down my cheek. A lonely presence on bare skin, I'm here now, and I'm alone. That feeling lies heavy on my thoughts, Restricting and unfriendly. Emotions escalate beyond control, Turning quiet sobs to desperate cries. How long before I run out of time? That unholy angel that hunts me down, And never loses the scent. An unknown secret, I'll die to regret. I never told you.
Reason for writing:
This one's about waiting to tell someone how you feel, scared that you'll be too late, or that they don't feel the same. I think that most of us have lay awake at night and thought about someone so much that we just want to scream, and it's that horrible, trapped, lonely feeling that I wanted to get across....any comments welcome.
Birth sign: Libra
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