It Is Finished
I am the only person in existence, sitting in
the only room in existence, surrounded
by a sea of darkness
beneath a blackened sky, violent waves
that swallow life when the sun’s not looking.
Pa, the voices in my head get loud
when I feel like you’re not around.
But let it be finished.
/Let me take you up\
/It is finished\
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eli.winter
I am a book-lover with depression and social anxiety. Writing poetry is how I vent and process things.
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