CancerWulf

Another poem for Alex.

Lightning ripping the clouds apart
As my anxiety echoes through some unseen part of the house
The rain compliments the running joke of my doubt
The light from his words shine through the cracked screen of my phone,
And makes the negativity dissipate
He left remnants of his opinions in the fissures of my brain
Breaking apart the silence with his slender skeleton hands
That I hope to hold onto someday
Thoughts of the future as bright as my laptop screen
Reminding me that it's nearing 4 A.M.
Telling the lone wolf and little ghost girl that it's time to go to bed