dark holes

Kayla Elizabeth
Nov 1 · 1 min read

it was a dark night

so cloudy the stars were not

visible

me and you in the room

the windows open

breeze flowing in so rough

that the blinds were

constantly slamming

making a noise

loud but also comforting

it’s that time of the year again

where each day i become more

and more withdrawn

where the voices in my head go silent

but my anxiety screams so loud

i cannot hear anything else

where i lose feelings of hope and love

as if my soul floats

away for the winter

and all that is left

is a blank version of me

flowing through each day

merely existing for each moment

you lay there next to me

arms wrapped around my stomach

as my eyes stay wide open

trying to remind myself to breathe

i cannot remember the last time

i felt at home

each house i walk into

has no welcome sign for me

just a bed to rest my head at night

i grasp on to each person

trying to save myself

but i’ve come to realize

it doesn’t work that way

one harsh lesson i’ve been learning

is that i need to save myself

but times feel so rough

i’m not sure if

i’m going to make it out alive

Kayla Dupoux

A wanderer with a poetic mind

Kayla Elizabeth

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just a poet who thrives off of love// twitter: @kayla_dupoux// instagram: @kayladupoux

Kayla Dupoux

A wanderer with a poetic mind

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