rainy eyed writer

in my angsty poetry era… enjoy ✨

[bucketsofra1n]

as evening falls

anxieties grow stronger

spiders emboldened by the dwindling light

creep from shadowy corners of my mind

in the absence of sunlight and logic

they weave their gauzy web of fear

my muffled brain strains to break free

too many hours until morning

[bucketsofra1n]

this heart is an empty room

walls of windows

filter in the cold grey light

of late afternoon

[soul-from-another-era]

[bucketsofra1n]

on melancholy days

my tired gaze

is drawn to the window

clean fluffy snow

trampled to soiled slush

is this all that life can be?

misty eyes

foggy head and heavy heart

bleeding where they can’t see

[bucketsofra1n]

if his eyes were open he would see

the soft pink scars that mar my bare skin

but this body is connected to no one

I am not a person

only a means to an end

[bucketsofra1n]

the hours and days and months gallop past

I am on the wrong side of frosted glass

my protest

a cold puff of air against icy panes