A scale held its limit to what could be felt,
While a man laid close loosening his belt.
As he layed his arms back and rested his head, a strange familiar thought rushed to wake him from bed.
The man lowered his head and some sort of disgust, with uneasy thoughts contorting his trust. His eyes could believe what they were seemingly dreaming, but his heart just laid heavy wishing he was sleeping.
For the world dead to his untiring struggles, with their own life ahead they ignored his spirals.
Dreaming..with eyes wide and worry filled smiles, begging to not end up alone. drowning in two inch deep puddles, having nowhere to call home.
Alone..with no one to cuddle.
Alone..with every single struggle.
He is just alone, sad tired and humble.
No one to love, Just ending the day.
Tired
and
Alone.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
