One day we are going to forget how to wake up
My brain will cease to picture your face
The image of you
Will be lost behind a dirty window
I lose myself in the
Ripples of water
Caressing the surface
My face distorted
Interrupted by
Tiny waves embracing each other
I sometimes wish
I could forget how to wake up
My mind could erase the
Memorized lines of code
Stimulating my functions
So i could stop
Ticking
The way a rusted clock
Suddenly
Stops
Stop being endlessly okay
I feel depression
Is a comforting blanket of gray
We feel its better
To be sad
Than to be nothing at all
We’ve embraced the
Gray blanketing us
Because at least
Its something
- Kayleen Thurow
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