The crickets.
The fan.
Hailey.
The crickets chirping outside my window.
The fan whirring in the corner of the room.
The fan whirring in the corner of the room.
The comforting thought of Hailey sleeping soundly in her bed.
Things were going so well after our talk.
One night ruined it all.
So tired of being let down.
I lie in bed and concentrate...
Now the tears are gone from my face.
My heart silently aches.
I've prayed to God to give me strength and guidance.
I've prayed that tomorrow will be a better day.
All that I know now are the crickets, the fan, and Hailey.
1 comment:
Amazing how poetry can really convey your feelings. I'm sorry you're feeling like this. Nonetheless it was a beautifully written piece.
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