Submission

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

I lie awake,

I look away,

I will say

what you want me to.

 

but you never know what you want,

just a memory born to haunt,

and I know you're only sorry

because you got caught.

 

if life is a prison,

then death is the key.

I thought after death

that'd you'd leave me be.

 

  • Author: 𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2025 12:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: not sure where I was headed with this one; I didn't like any of the rhyme schemes. though, I do find it therapeutic to write whatever comes to mind, and I find myself caring less and less about how it sounds and about what fits and what doesn't.
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