Thoughts
February 9, 2021
It’s obvious the world is burnt
The crisp shards awaken death
Leads me to wonder
Would this be my last breath?
Holdin in my thoughts keeps me up at night
Sometimes I even turn on a light
In the dark place I find warmth
I tell these stories about war
I toss and turn
My bed becomes the same dread
My shadow awaits
This is my fate
My mind is so stuck with thoughts
Sometimes I sound like a robot
Its that time when I feel dead inside
Like, am I the crime?
Open the eyes and see my world
Covered by these white lies
That sing like birds
People tend to ask me
Are you ok?
Nah not today
Maybe tomorrow I say
But deep down I know
I won’t be the same
My mind plays with me
As if I were its video game
Would be ashamed if one day I could not play
But I don’t await for tomorrow
It’s not a promise given to us
It’s not written in a book
It not shared like picture or even written
In a historical scripture
Today is a step
Free your mind just in time
Don’t wait until the last breath
For then you are consumed by death
Mrs. Durbrow • Feb 12, 2021 at 10:09 am
Never wait until tomorrow! Seize the day!
Mrs. Hoffman • Feb 11, 2021 at 11:31 am
YES! yes yes yes. Great job, C9 poet.