[I have no name for this poem]
Sitting in the dark all alone with nothing but the screen of my phone.
Looking for entertainment, looking for fun, perhaps a distraction so that my mind may run.
The darkness is talking and creeping all around. this feeling is deafening but makes no real sound
Hunger is gripping the pit of my soul I've no heat to cook with and no water to clean bowls. I'm not sure what I'm doing or what will happen next, all I know is this feeling in my chest.
It's a weight like a anchor or perhaps more like a void? Unsure of what it will do to me and leaves me paranoid.
Maybe I'll just sit here alone and on edge, maybe I'll try to close my eyes and go to bed, I see the darkness is starting to smile. It whispers hello old friend it's been a while
Looking for entertainment, looking for fun, perhaps a distraction so that my mind may run.
The darkness is talking and creeping all around. this feeling is deafening but makes no real sound
Hunger is gripping the pit of my soul I've no heat to cook with and no water to clean bowls. I'm not sure what I'm doing or what will happen next, all I know is this feeling in my chest.
It's a weight like a anchor or perhaps more like a void? Unsure of what it will do to me and leaves me paranoid.
Maybe I'll just sit here alone and on edge, maybe I'll try to close my eyes and go to bed, I see the darkness is starting to smile. It whispers hello old friend it's been a while
