I hunger for open arms
—I quest to find a home
to accept me
I beg for an ear to listen
—I drink blood flowing
from my own veins
I hug myself
through the night
—cry myself to sleep
just to delude myself
that I'm not alone
After centuries of looking
—centuries of questing
yearning
—wishing
hoping—
begging
It only comes to light
that I've been left alone
for a long time now
I am alone
when the stars
cast their faces away
I am alone
that even my words
deserted me
I am alone
because in my plight
I chose to be
april 17, 2021
YOU ARE READING
every thing is sad
Poetry❝𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥❞ ˜"*°•˜"*°•˜"*°• tired of life? you're not alone. this collection will give you the perfect dose...
