The writings of Hunter Coch

Awake

I awoke to find self loathing,
A spark of death in my heart.

I awoke to swimming despair,
A drop heartache in an ocean.

I awoke to the light fading,
And the hurt expanding by leagues.

I awoke to a new emptiness,
That’s as old as my age of existence.

I awoke to the pains I’ve caused
To an undeserving heart.

I awoke to a moonless night
The stars no longer speak.

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One response

  1. These are the worst kind of mornings…no amount of Starbucks can help.

    Liked by 1 person

    August 16, 2016 at 5:54 PM

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