Visual Arts + Creativity

Poetry

2am

It's two in the morning
And I'm realising that all my truths
Were lies
All that I held so dearly
Were lies
And now I Just don't feel the same

So I cry
I cry cos that's the only way I know how to breathe
And I choke 
And I gasp
But still I cry. 

And now I ache
I ache for my mothers arms
Her embrace
And her warmth 
Her inaudible murmurs beneath my sobs. 

And When the tears are dry
And the pillows all hugged out
I'll regain consciousness 
And maybe then the strength to continue will be upon me

The strength to breathe without tears 

Or

I'll just cry, Some more.