Time
often a amount of total silence.
Mostly a loud "ticktock ticktock".
The soft sound of a so calming Wind howling in my head.
Carwheels from afar seem to come closer.Heart
shaking and jumping in times it should be steady.
Non recovering body. Always awake. Eyes heavy and dry, longing for blackness. Still too much colours moving when closed.Head
oh so restless. Yet quiet while voices whisper. Scream. Shout. Rotate. Stop.
Ticktock... Ticktock...Everthing the same as before. As always.
Sickening.
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Sleepless
PoésieKennt ihr das Gefühl? Nachts, alleine im Bett? Eure bessere Hälfte kommt wieder nicht zum verabredeten Zeitpunkt nach Hause?