Late Night

Late Night short poem

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Take it all, take it all, take it all,
I don’t want it anymore
take my pen, take my sin,
take my hands and heart again,
take my eyes so I am blind,
and take my feet so I can’t run,
so I can’t run anymore,
so I can’t fall anymore,
so I can’t do this anymore,
Take it all, take it all, take it all,
take my tongue, take my ears,
take my mouth so I can’t speak,
and my head so I can’t think,
take my heart, take my heart, rip it out, take my heart,
take my small, hard, silences
and my small, hard, heart,
this ugly, bitter, heart
and my ugly, bitter, art,
and my blind, bitter, eyes,
take it all. take it all. take it all.
I don’t want it anymore.

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Makaylah Downs

This has such a great lyrical quality to it. It’s has such an underlying depth to it as well, just wow.


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