Young Writers Society

the time spent has grasped attention, so only now
it's noticed that the
light is a shade of blue
[and, you know, that means you've been going about too long].
fade into unconsciousness... there is no use for you
except to dream and run away from insomnia.

attempts you tried... well, frankly? no one appreciates
or wants to care about anything you endeavor,
so end this useless trying, for all results are cringing,
yet in those origin-eyes, something struck right is sounding.
but frankly? it is just all wrong.

swelling across the vertical sky- worries:
it won't stop- burning long and staying, with nothing
to do but wait while we watch the sun rise.

for, while finally ending it all, i suppose there might be
second glances along the way... but when you start something
and discover that the base was missing all along,
temper tantrums lead to nowhere besides semi-acknowledgment.
and when you fly back around them crying,
all they'll see is that you left the bathroom light on.