3:47a.m
Wrapped up in my own oblivion, Scarce of this world,
Poems tagged: loneliness — Clear filter
Wrapped up in my own oblivion, Scarce of this world,
When the sun goes down, And darkness starts crawling in,
That day, The day my whole world went dark,
Take me home, Where I'm sure my Mama will be waiting for me,
My family is a chille heel,so do my friends. All they offer is a white knuckle ride,
The weight in her heart equaled the wait in her heart For she had longed for so long
Walking all alone, With my head over my palms,
My candle was dying away, I could see the infinite darkness loom.
She asked for my avocation, I told her it's walking in the rain,
Tick tock, My wall clock reminds of my fate that is high,