Cocoon

The 2 A.M Writer

Tripping after the last mile

Ankles sore and my migraine eats me

Uncut nails and a sore temper

I have to find another bandage

...

But it's going to be okay

I'll keep busting my heels till the night time

I'll push away your change

And cocoon in my own apathy

...

Bloody teeth from gritting

It's my own confidence I'm wasting

But I'll never, ever lie to you

So I'll convince myself that's how I feel

...

But it's going to be alright

I'll jam another nail into the boards

Shut out the light and reasoning

And wrap again, in my cocoon

...

Nothing ever gained from sorrow

Nothing ever gained from sobriety

Something wished and never given

Only teased, then raped away

...

Jesus will tell me it's going to be fine

With bloody eyes and hanging flesh

If I confide into you again

Will it destroy my cocoon?

...

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2017 20:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: A darker one, but it's shown meaning ever present
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 61
  • Users favorite of this poem: lovedud, gencruz
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  • lovedud

    Speechless, gritty and mesmerizing. Very well done.

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Thanks, another one that was very therapeutic



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