Night
Night falls
The sky turns dark
A lonely swing set swings by the park
I sit and I think
Alone and sick
I go to bed
Tired from the morning leaving me dead
I twist and turn
My stomach burns
I lay in the night
Looking for you, to my right
My only source of light
Gone
I'd love to feel your hugs and hellos
Making me boil like water in a teapot
But all i feel now after the cries and goodbyes
Like a teapot burning without water.
This poem is about:
Me