Semicolon

people are moving too fast

them, with their unfiltered words

like a noose lovely caressing my neck

welcoming my dear old friend darkness

slowly pulling me away from the sun

and I cannot stand

the agitated feeling of being a semicolon

or that person under the yellow light

a pinch of leftover hope in my hand

trying to reach the other side again

yet still, I hope the dot would find me

and send me to sleep

soon

- Masyita Rizkia (J1A016035)