9Am thoughts

A Poem by Harmony.Txx

Sleep scarce
nightmares comforting the soul.
Terrors, memories,
nothing seems
real anymore.

Time speeds up,
emotions too numb
to give a f**k.

Eyes glazing over,
when did this
feeling take over?

Uncontrollable pain,
thoughts rushing in vain!

Comfortably high,
but I could
quit at any time.

Mind convincingly
reassuring me
before each ride.

This one,
will be my last.
I promise this time.

-Brianna Rodriguez
12/28/23