Wakeful III

The 3am “what if’s”
I try to fight, but they drift
And worm their way into me.

The did nots and the should nots,
I really tried but could not,
Become the world that I now see.

So much I feel a stranger
In my closet full of danger
Where I’ve hung up all my hopes.

Outfits made from questions,
The ones that I look best in,
Are woven from the hangman’s ropes

© Brandewulf 2018

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