I always find myself alone
I know that there are people in my phone
I know they'll pick up
and we could find our way out this place
but I can't drag myself out of my hole
or even drag my finger across my phone to unlock it
I stare at a black screen
Siting in the silence provided by my headphones
Waiting for someone to reach out
but I open my mouth because maybe I want to drown.
Always wearing strangers clothes,
My voice is the distant thunder that startles me awake
A memory long gone
one long forgotten
waking up and laying there in my loathing
speaking after hours that felt like eons
Speaking to no one.
-J.Doune
About the Creator
J.Doune
I write to rationalize my feelings and I'm a man who feels a lot. Sad, scarred, depressed, angry, I feel ugly because how hard they hit I feel beaten and bloody. It feels like going ten rounds with myself and my laptop every time I write.
Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew Fromma day ago in Fiction
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