another stormy day-
the sky screaming
as the clouds fight
and their tears fall.
they hit the windshield
as i commute to work,
reminding me that
i am not the only
broken one.
Tag: depression
alone.
the trees whisper things i cannot hear,
their branches reaching like arms,
but not to hold me.
i walk aimlessly,
the moss remembering me,
footsteps tracking where i’ve already been.
it’s quiet
but not empty-
something watches.
i know i’m not alone,
and that’s what scares me most.
scares me for i am unsure
what is to come.
dull
the moon watches,
but no longer glows,
just distant and pale
as the nights cycle.
colors are blurs,
once vivid treasures
but now,
just
there.
the sky quit speaking,
the wind whistles less,
and even the flowers
seemed to stop trying.
epilogue
the windows stay shut,
but the breeze still finds its way in-
an unwanted whisper through the cracks
no one bothers to seal.
the branches claw at the roof,
like Death attempting to
take the last breath
i never wanted to keep.
some mornings,
the mirror forgets to show me
at all-
reminding me how
empty i am.
and the storm clouds-
they keep lowering themselves,
inch by inch,
like they’re trying
to carry me quietly
away.
maybe i should let them.
i think i will.
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