|Someone. Something.|

It’s 2 am.

And I’m empty.

I’ve reached out to things immoral.

Things I believed I desired. 

I feel more alone than in the beginning.

Nothing is fine.

Nothing is mine.

Nothing is right.

Everything is rushed.

Addictions are tempting.

Sins are stirring.

Shame is growing.

Emotions are bottling.

Loneliness ever creeping.

Wrapping me up.

Until I’m suffocating.

I miss someone I’ve never had

Someone I’ve never been.

Someone I’ve always wanted.

Someone.

Something.

I want to flood these sheets.

These pillowcases.

But the barrier is strong.

The lid is sealed.

Nothing will spill.

I’m stuck.

I’m hurting. 

A.L.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is poetry dear A.L.
"Everything is rushed.
Addictions are tempting.
Sins are stirring.
Shame is growing.
Emotions are bottling.
Loneliness ever creeping.
Wrapping me up.
Until I’m suffocating."
The above lines. I could write a epic story from. Some battles, we shall fought till death. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[MarkAndTheOcean]

Very raw and well written !