3 amA Poem by DpoetAll that happens at three am
I'm lying on my bed
Crying my eyes out Tugging at my shirt Wanting a release All at three am Nothing works anymore Nothing makes sense anymore My soul is no more I'm slipping into a hole All at three am I got my sad playlist on In me there is a commotion A whirlwind of emotions I'm drowning in a depression All at three am I'm consumed by fear Of losing someone dear I die with every shed tear While my world is crumbling All at three am © 2024 Dpoet |
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1 Review Added on September 5, 2024 Last Updated on September 5, 2024 AuthorDpoetNairobi, Embakasi, KenyaAboutFrom Kenya to share my work with the rest of the world more..Writing
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