ReStLeSs
I need to run, I need to escape there's way too much on my fucking plate.
My spirit needs reprieve my soul needs a rest. I need the weight of this lonely ass world off my chest.
I need an out, I need relief but they don’t seem to exist within my minds belief.
The faint stench of freedom always lingering near. But it can’t be tasted while I’m riddled with fear.
Clinging to shreds of hope still transparent in my head. Finding out they aren’t real...I sincerely dread.
Feeding my own insecurities with every thought and feeling... drifting further away inside with each breath death is stealing.
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