Weekends are for poetry
I’m not home at the moment because I’m trying to spend my last few weekends in Sri Lanka with my friends so I am crashing at my best friends house this weekend. I will go back to putting out proper posts once I get back home on Monday. This is a poem I just spun last night when I was tossing and turning in bed, hope you guys enjoy it!
How much longer will it take
before the seams start to break
when the walls begin to shake,
Wait… I know this familiar ache.
I’m drowning in a pool of sorrow
not knowing if I’ll wake tomorrow
Is it okay if I can borrow
a mask that isn’t too hollow.
Pretending is the only way
to get through another day
So on my bed I lay
Until things are not so grey.