Exhaustion takes me
I sit with pen and
Empty pages in my hand
Back of my head against the wall
Closing my eyes but light shines through
Opening each time -
Opening to blinding light.
My throat is dry, my head still hurts
From reading and forgetting
All close up I cannot see
My vision flickers, dizzies me
End this or despair will come,
Despair will come and drown me.
DU LIEST GERADE
Bleed
PoesieA collection of poems touching on anxiety, depression, love and the surreal. Please don't read if you are triggered by the topic of self-harm.
