I said, "I am sleepy",
But you had heard me not, mum;
Unheard, my tired soul cried out,
Till the pain in it numbed.
Why wasn't my voice heard?
Why did you not feel my hurt?
I said, "I am sleepy",
And you thought it trivial to sleep;
The morning sun convinced you,
That in shadows sleep lay too deep,
Still away for me to succumb to its grip,
Yet you didn't see how my eyes it had seized.
I whispered, "I am sleepy",
For I had lost my will to speak;
Of what remained was hollow,
My mind had long grown too weak,
But your eyes were too shallow,
They failed to see what lay corium underneath.
I thought, "I am sleepy",
Perhaps my thoughts had been wrong;
While you sated yourself with my well being,
I was in my journey to sing my last song;
And as you failed to hear me sing,
I found me never sleepy,
Just tired, of life and of everything living.
-Phenyx
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The Unsaid
ŞiirA Collection of Pain Poetry that I couldn't tell the world but whispered to my pen.
