empty hours
I fill my life with empty hours
because if I don’t, well,
then, there will be nothing
left
and I do not want to drown
in the sorrow that is boredom
I have run far too long in the darkness as a boy to know
where those things lead me
So I stay up late pretending
that I am awake
For as a long as I can
For as long as a moment that is three hours that feels like minutes and then
Seconds
Will last
me.
It takes my limbs one sigh to get up
To die
In bed
I think of stars and lullabies
Of ten wars lost, fought in my heads
as battles that made not a sound
but gave me dread
lie in a comatose state, floating
inside my veins
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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