A time of understanding
I shouldn't be here
Immersing myself in 00:04
It's not my time, it's a tomorrow stealer
Nothing keeps me here
My ears ring, then I think
About the word 'expel'
The spell of expelling emotion
Yes I'm too tired to do thinking
I'm holding words, withholding them
Sat with them, letting them bother me
There's a magic to poetry
But it's not on the tip of my tongue
It's sticking in my throat
I may Google 'primal screaming'
You see, I'm far too calm
Not writing this poem
Or maybe that poem
Because I can't unsay it
So I'm holding those words
Choking on them
But as these midnight minutes calmly pass
I see I can breathe around this
Breathing
Thinking
Not saying too much
Or anything at all
Then sleeping
At 00:17
With the excuse of tiredness
For when I open my eyes
Forgive me
I'll keep myself to myself
I'm a bit tired, that's all
Nothing more
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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