I wake up to chilly winds
Feeling a hollow deep within
The familiar face I ache to see
The bright sun starts to burn in me
My depth goes down like shallow seas
I try so hard but barely feel
I lost so much I gave up counting
This solitude is weirdly calm and haunting
Every word comes across as taunting
I see the table, its shabby and old
From its surface the dust I blow
It wants to rest but never shows
I pick a pen and try to write
A thread to join these empty minds
A way to say, a way to hide
I sit for long it’s evening now
A day feels like a year somehow
Teach me appreciation, I don’t know how
I sit and wait for the clock to hit twelve
On all my problems, reminisce and delve
I don’t say often but I might need help
It’s twelve and it screams a new year
They say its time to let go of your fears
I don’t know how to, I’m too numb to hear.
Poetry In My Veins 