uncomfortable

i can’t do it.

the rivers of tears

run down the valley

into the crevices where

my soul screams in agony

begging for release

unable to be comforted.

the shadow follows me

its taunting, sinister, tendrils

engulfing every fiber of my being, mocking my heart

denying my worth, questioning my spirit

and i find myself, drowning

a shallow death, an unremarkable grave

sinking into the depths of

the darkest night, the amnesic past,

until humanity’s last song

puts me to sleep

and I,

I’m just so tired.

[1](http://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8s76e0/writers_block/)

[2](http://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8unctb/mother/)