Reality is way to scary.
I don’t want to think
See
Watch
Hear
Experience,
the horror
that is going on outside
the four walls of my home.
If I do
I will break,
I will cry.
I will lose the hope
that I am so desperately
clinging to.
Because I want to LIVE!
I want my family to be
unaffected by this...
This curse!
Death
Disease
Plague
I don’t want to think.
Please,
don’t make me face reality.
Don’t make reality
real.
I cling
to the thread
I have left.
Knuckles white
fingers cutting into the thread
bleeding.
I will suffer that pain.
That pain I can take.
But not this.
I fear what lies below me.
The truth
Reality.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: April 18th, 2020 23:26
- Comment from author about the poem: These are my words. Feeling that I have been pushing down to keep from the surface. I have so much more to deal with. I hope I’m not alone in this. *This is not a “sad” poem, it’s fear.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 32
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