Static Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Static



rolling out of this bed
I wake up to an anguish
I can’t decide which burns harder
for the plethora of your lies hurt
but the truth harasses worse

the ghosts of your cold voice
lacerate at my insides
this hurts too much
you’ve turned me to static
would you care to convince me more?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success