it's so late i could die in my sleep and not careA Poem by Sofia Guerra
there is a whisper
in the folds of the silence that permeates every crease of this little, lonely room; i never intended it to break so badly that it'd be broken forever but i suppose that's the nature of little, lonely things all false things must perish so someday i, too, will be finished is that someone singing in that other room there? or is it the howling tides of desperate souls, the bashing of the wind against my skin as thin and punctured as it's ever been? perhaps this is a song i could learn to skip to; for you, for us, for lessons unlearned by memory's cheap daze; for what gods have put me here to suffer and cist like a cist what fools have thought that i could sleep tonight all false things must perish so eventually this dream, too, may finish © 2016 Sofia Guerra |
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Added on February 18, 2016 Last Updated on February 20, 2016 Tags: love hate sleep death young youn AuthorSofia GuerraDenver, COAboutMy name is Sofia Guerra! I'm in high school, but I am absolutely in love with writing. I really like prose and poetry. I am really shy, but I hope that by sharing my works on this website, I'll be.. more..Writing
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