birds chatter in the background,
conversations the human brain can never fully comprehend.
white noise fills up my hearing, almost choking me.
i lay, suffocated in the empty room.
nobody is here.
just myself and my thoughts,
demonic thoughts that only happen in the dead of night.
outside, the sky glows with gorgeous shades of orange and pink,
out of place in this dreary world.
the skies above are too good for humankind.
we don't deserve their angelic beauty.
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Author:
k1rby (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2022 13:59
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Comments1
'demonic thoughts'
go easy on yourself, dear poet
because others won't...
and that sky, just like us
is fallible
while most of us trip and fall
at times, even act a little cruel
sky
vengefully, unleashes
storms and flash floods
on poor unsuspecting towns
cos
its clouds had to climb over a mountain or two...
lol
but really, we're all
just doing what we can
leave the 'convenient' demons
to those tall, fantasy
and horror tales
just do you, forgiveness
of self
and acceptance of circumstance
goes a long way
to sweetening, our life's gifted
breath..
stay Strong! thanks for sharing
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