Diary Entry 403

A poem

Reece Beckett
Sep 7 · 2 min read
Photo taken by the author.

It may never be all over

But I want it to be

I don’t have the energy to joke left within me

Ears still ringing from a day by the drills

Eyes still sore from nightmares in which my blood spills

No thrills left inside, my feelings are so cyclical