Emotional Pause

 

Staring into my coffee mug I sit in the kitchen at night

Silence rules at 3am, darkness hides my tears from sight.

Out the window nothing moves, the world seems to have paused

But I’m still here and thinking ‘bout the feelings that you’ve caused.

 

I haven’t slept a wink in days and find it hard to eat

I’m drinking, bingeing, trying to find a way to feel complete

Absent minded nothings float forever through my mind

Stopping me from thinking clearly, I’ve been left behind.

 

I want to stop and turn away and start with things anew

But ending this feels raw and final, it’s something I cant do

And so I cling to hopeless dreams and hope we find a way

To make things like they used to be, to stop the slow decay

 

Deep down I think I know what’s right, and how the story ends

But while I’m hurting its almost easier, trying to pretend

Staring into my coffee mug I sit in the kitchen and weep

The only way to escape it all is to cry until I sleep.

 

Author's Note

You can probably guess I was kind of in a dark place when I penned this, but I thought I'd share it. People might relate to it.. i dont know? Tell me what you think! x

Reviews

[Sasha]

Aww. :(
You chose a really good name for this. It doesn't completely give the poem away but fits it too. I find it interesting that you chose 3 AM and wonder if that was just a coincidence. Your rhyme was great and I definitely understand where you're coming from.

[Ethan Boroian]

Deep yet so sad!! x

[RainyDay]

It's amazing, is what I think. People have this blatant disregard for rhyme and even rhythm these days and yet here is a poem full of feeling and with the effort of a proper rhyming pattern included. And don't dare tell me I'm old-fashioned. This poem ROCKS!!!