Alone I stare
The ceiling of my room
Thoughts running wild
As a beast left loose
It attacks your mind
Leaving a deep wound
Tears of your eyes
Sprinkle salt on too
Right on time
The darkness decides
To aquaint you with
It's poisonous conscience
Yearning the God
To give me strength
I await for my slumber
To tend to my wounds
I await for my slumber
To tend to my wounds.
Thanks Po for your advice
Will surely try that too...
Ak
Your poem strikes a chord with me. It's insane how something as ordinary as sleep can be a luxury at times.
Well written!
Tried that too Po but it's like some nights sleep don't have the intention to pay you a visit.
Ak
Hannah i must say i enjoyed your work too
Ak
I am glad you enjoyed it Hannah
Ak
Some nights seem long to pass away...?
Thank you keith and abdul for your comments.
Ak
The curse of a restless night well told.
This excellent poem speaks of a problem endured by so many of us as darkness envelops us in the night. An over active mind which torments us.
Well done
Keith
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Anmolpreet Kaur
Thu 9th Jul 2020 05:51
Thanks shifa
I am glad i could strike that chord
Ak