Kennedy Huston


2: 11am - Poem by Kennedy Huston

The clock reads 2: 11 am
I've been up all night
trying not to sleep
once I sleep
I have to wake up and face reality
all my sins starring me in the face
things forgotten
and I can smell disappointment in the air
heavy and thick
my shoulders slump
I can feel it pressing down on me
making me smaller
than I ever thought I could be
stares and unknown thoughts
only guessing the insults and comments they'd say
pressing down filling my mind with doubts
telling myself to slouch
to become smaller
to be weak and empty
to listen and never speak
screaming into silence
trying to find courage
and coming up weak
telling myself that's all I'll ever be

Topic(s) of this poem: doubt


Comments about 2: 11am by Kennedy Huston

  • Souren Mondal (11/4/2015 5:34:00 AM)


    As Kelly said below me, it's a very relatable poem Kennedy.. Thanks for sharing.. (Report) Reply

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  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (10/30/2015 3:16:00 AM)


    Feel it.A nice write. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (10/29/2015 4:05:00 PM)


    a relatable poem, Kennedy. Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015



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