to all the people
who struggle
with sleep:
have you also misplaced
your inner peace?
is your mind
a broken record
with the same four songs?
do you also want
to yell and scream at
your inner monologue?
apologies for my
intrusions,
i'm also trying
to figure out
my delusions
because when
the clock strikes
four
and the voices inside
roar
my soul thinks of all
the sleepless
people,
rocking back and forth,
counting down
the seconds
until dawn.
YOU ARE READING
lack of petals, an abundance of thorns
Poezjain the end all words will be buried too
