Warm Milk and Suicide
This poem is about being restless and suffering from the never ending cold. It also mentioned the shock of finding out about someone I knew that was murdered.
Chocolate chip cookies.
Warm milk and suicide.
Scattered sleep.
Snow and hopelessness.
Not knowing day from night.
Sunrise from sunset.
Seasonal depression from clinical depression.
The never-ending cold.
Murdered friends.
Killed over drugs or food stamps.
Found lifeless on a drug dealers porch.
Feeling shook to the core.
The sadness overcomes me.
Stray cats and bloody noses.
I finally purchase the humidifier of my dreams.
My mind skips beats due to lack of sleep.
I walk through each day like a zombie.
I go through the motions,
But my soul can never fully rest.
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Amanda Zylstra
Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.
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