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Diary Entry: October 5, 2024


The shadows whisper secrets,  

heavy as the night,  

each word a soft caress,  

urging me closer to the edge.  

Yet here I sit,  

cradled by the weight of fear,  

a fragile thread binding me  

to the world that feels so distant.


I dream of silence,  

a void where pain dissolves,  

where every heartbeat is a ghost,  

and the suffocating echo of existence fades.  

But in that dark, sweet promise,  

a flicker—  

the flicker of what if?  

What if the night is darker  

than I can imagine?


I cling to the familiar ache,  

the bitter taste of longing.  

It’s a twisted comfort,  

a haunting lullaby,  

each note pulling me back  

from the precipice.  

What would they say?  

What would it leave behind?


So I write,  

scrawling words like blood on paper,  

the ink a testament to my turmoil,  

to the war waging in the silence.  

I see the path before me,  

an abyss calling sweetly,  

but I am anchored here,  

a marionette in a puppet’s dance,  

caught between the urge to leap  

and the fear of flight.


Maybe tomorrow,  

I’ll find the courage in my bones,  

but for now,  

I’m just a soul too scared to surrender,  

staring into the dark,  

writing my truth,  

and hoping it somehow saves me.



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