morning, evening, noon, night
i dare you to try & dim my light.
By Courtney AnnPublished 14 days ago • 1 min read
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up, down, left, right,
fuck, my chest is tight.
7, 8, 9, 10,
only a few more seconds, and it'll end.
yes, no, maybe so,
do you enjoy seeing my blood flow?
north, south, east, west,
does anyone care to hear my last breath?
read, write, listen, speak,
i'm standing on my two feet.
morning, evening, noon, night,
i'll be my own light.
About the Creator
Courtney Ann
I am a writer, aspiring author, raiving reviewer, and an alliteration specialist.
I like having fun with the words. I hope my words make you feel something.
Comments (2)
Sometimes we got to be our own light and support ourselves, even if we are not being seen. Kind of reminds me of street performers. Love this poem, it's so relatable.
That ending is inspiring, but I hope you're okay!