I remember.
I remember the storm.
I remember sitting in the dark,
Driving down a moon lit road.I remember when the first wave hit.
I remember.
I remember what it felt to be alone.
To be surrounded physically, but so alone inside.I remember how I got home and it all came like the storm it started with.
I remember my sobs.
I remember the pain, only because it never left.
I remember begging to some higher force to save me.
I remember knowing that I couldn't be saved.
I remember crying myself to sleep that night, hoping that morning would wash the storm away.
But it never did.
It raged on.
YOU ARE READING
An endless abyss
PoetryJust some poems and thoughts, nothing too important. Just read if you want to I guess. This will probably all be extremely cringy in years to come but for the time being I think that they're ok.