Tonight, I am at peace
The kind that leaves you with an unmistakeable sense of dread
The kind that makes your stomach turn
It is unbearable
I know that I cannot run forever
Life moves too fast for me anyways
I trip over my feet daily
I cannot keep pretending that I don’t
I take crude comfort in knowing there are fleeting moments like these
My conscience gasps and aches for air
Denial is the pool of cold water that soothes its sore throat
It leaves an aftertaste of regret
Yes, tonight I am at peace
The stars in the sky laugh at my pantomime of quietude
I am lounging on pins and needles
Dreading the hour that heralds the dawn
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Author:
Bitter Nightshade (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
There are those times when one dreads the coming of the dawn. A poem well written
" My pantomime of quietude ''A unique find !
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