Before Dawn
A random poem about cold thoughts.
I stay up and dream about empty things.
Meaningless things.
Faces I'll never know,
Names I'll never speak,
Stories I will never hear,
And words I won't taste.
.
I stay up to press my fingers to the pulse
Of my loneliness.
I take its temperature at midnight
To ensure I am not getting too warm.
I am freezing.
To death.
.
That's what I am supposed to do,
Freeze
Before dawn.
I'm supposed to let the cold
Crystalize
The soft bits of me and crumple
My butterfly wings.
.
My heart beats with the slowing rhythm
Of imperfections stacked
One on top of another.
Even in the dark, I wonder
If this is the way it should be
Or if I am ruthlessly
Failing the sunrise.
About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
Comments (1)
Whoaaaa this was poignant yet so magnificent! I loved it!