Early Morning Alex – 09 February 2011
Posted by shiokenstar on February 9, 2011
A little poem with no title. Also, no reason. Maybe.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t eat.
I can’t lie,
I am weak.
I can’t run.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t see,
What I believe.
I tried so hard,
And I got so far,
But still too close,
To the start.
I can’t face me.
I won’t face me.
I should face me.
I won’t face me.
The world is hard,
So you can walk across,
But soft feet are soft,
And sharp rocks are sharp.
A coward,
Stuck,
Standing,
Still,
Waiting for,
Waiting for,
Waiting for,
Waiting for,
Waiting for,
Waiting for,
Rinse and repeat.
Timestamp – 4:42 AM
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