Broken Glass and Torn Memories

Wait until darkness. Wait until the blackness of the night engulfs me whole. Wait until the words, which once supported me like bones, shatter beneath me. Dreaming of a life in which I will never live. Dreaming of the mercy in which, much like prey, I will not receive. Picture nothing but broken glass and torn memories. Looking, screaming into the endless night for help. Yet, nothing reaches out to me. The dreams cease to become a reality. So, I continue to wait. Wait until the words, which once supported like bones, shatter beneath me. Wait until the blackness of the night engulfs me whole. Wait until darkness.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Breanna Harlow

this actually made me cry, its beautiful

MilesMontgom

I'm glad that you enjoyed this poem. Thank you for taking the time to read it.

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