i remember an endless aching settled deep within my bones.
blurred nights spent taking anything i found -
anything to stop the shaking, the paralysis.
i remember darkness creeping in and out.
i remember hurrying back and forth with
chores, bills, cleaning,
rearranging pencils, sorting books by alphabetical order, removing silverware
and putting it back in again.
all to prevent the inevitable sinking,
seeping,
crying into the night,
being lost without a single sound.
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
