Waking up in middle of the night,
breathless, thoughtless,
have I been dead for long?
chills running up and down the spine,
heart racing beyond imagination,
what did i do?
opening my eyes,
i look around,
notice reality and see nothing wrong,
yet something has happened to me,
and I am afraid,
to fall asleep again,
scared of the nightmares,
which render me helpless,
but I also fear the sleepless nights,
I cry out for peace,
and a slice of happiness,
to cure me of my inability to speak and express,
my thoughts and feelings,
stuck inside,
the tears flow,
invisible to all,
and I am afraid to sleep again,
but I am scared of the sleepless nights.
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