it's so late i could die in my sleep and not care

it's so late i could die in my sleep and not care

A 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
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Sofia Guerra
Sofia Guerra

Denver, CO



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My 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..

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