My mind clouds with thought
Unuttered dialogue
Pre prosed poetry
Plans with friends never to be made and in an instant they're washed away
I'm reminded of the day's To-Do's and that I've entered the night unaccomplished
There is a ticking in my room; it's new.
I wonder if it soothes or disrupts my sleepless night.
It's been ten minutes since I closed my eyes, but I can't seem to fall into the darkness
Note: I'm handing this poem and the next one up to my English teacher as a writing assignment, do you think she will say anything? This one is pretty boring but the next one is much more in the feels.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryThe poems I write when I can't sleep or can't find the right words; lame, I know.
