Burnt Out
To Whomever the Shoe May Fit
I tremble in expected fear
It was tremendous
Weathering and gruesome
Butcher of words and the living
I failed at pleasing you
Fright poured through my weak veins
Course and hallow
It was untreatable
The voices alone
Dim
Chucked you in the bin
I should have
Right
Tinsel in her hair
Beautiful and tragic
A dream unfulfilled
Murderous you were
Unrelenting too
Persistent with every inch of your being
Insomnia games twinkled in my head
Jaunting and shallow
It was a sad dream
One from which I could not be shaken from
I screamed but no one was there
My voice wasn't loud enough
The air coated my throat
It burned
There was no escape for me
Not from this place
I watched sheepishly from the edge of the bed
The movements haunted me
In no time I'd memorized them
Shaky and without purpose
It sent me to bed feeling queasy and without reason to live
About the Creator
Waverleigh Rose Garlington
Gentry Rose is the self proclaimed author of the ongoing book For You I Will. She spends her free time writing and reading. She has three cats and one boyfriend, all whom she is immensely fond of.
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