The alarm screeches but my head screams louder.
My eyes are red but not from lack of sleep.
I'm used to being tired.
My eyes are finally dry.
My body aches for me to stay put.
Just to let today go.
There's already a war going on in the world.
Clash against clash.
Battle beyond battle.
Hate and more hate.
Why get in the way?
I don't have enough strength to add more fuel to the fire.
I haven't had enough to even muscle away my own hauntings.
Just moving my hand to turn off the alarm saps energy away from me.
I'm not gonna try today.
I'm not gonna pretend anymore.
How much I no longer care.
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Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
