Phone's flashlight shining
In my dark, large room
Where my voice echoes,
Singing long, long lullabies.
Every step I take—
My toes rounding around the edges
Of depressing carpet.
I can only feel the shackles,
Confining me to stay in this darkness.
Slumpfully I'll make whatever way
To my bed on the floor,
Drowning in a white warm blanket—
Sobbing and sobbing behind
A bright screen emitting laughter that isn't mine.
For a minute, I'll laugh too
Before I'm sucked into the awful cycle,
Scrolling and scrolling endlessly—
Just to feel an emotion other than stress
For a minute.
But when the light shuts
And my head hits the pillow,
Tears will be streaming down,
Trying to make up for
The lack of storm outside.
Closing my eyes, I'll pray
For any horrendous storm
To sweep my tomorrow away
And keep me sleeping
Before the light hits my face.
Before I'm standing
Before my mirror,
Brushing my teeth with tears
And fighting the urge for
My legs to buckle
And just give.