Some nights
The ticking of the clock punctuates the chaos of my thoughts,
Early hours of the morning the terrors loom large,
A black deep-bottomed lake full of snakes and mess
Panic and struggling, fighting to breathe.
Some nights I know
I would never find peace facing my death,
The children will grab at and suffocate my attempts.
Some nights
The worst could happen
The worst could happen
The worst could happen.
Some nights
The consolations offered are hollow echoes,
And I’m left twisted with anxiety
As usual.
Hey, It's Okay
1 day ago
1 comment:
you take my breath away. you probably don't feel strong, but you are. even to be able to write this. i'll be following you and cheering you on..
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