I'm the definition of sleep deprived,
The places where your memories
Brushed my skin are darkened
Under swollen eyelids.
My mind's lost in a fog
(Look at how the shadows dance)
Your ghost was too busy whispering
In my ear last night,
The rays if sun illuminate
My pale skin
Where all the color that used to live
Has vanquished
Stolen away with every touch
Your memories placed on my soul
At midnight,
At three A.M.,
At five A.M.
When I finally stop
Torturing myself with attempts
To forget you,
When I sleep
The darkness illuminates
Every detail of you I always think
I forget,
But waking hours are just as bad.
So tell me then
If sleep isn't an option,
What's the cure for this insomniac?
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Ink Stained Soul
PoetryAnecdotes and snapshots of life, sometimes mine sometimes based off of other people, events, songs, books, etc. I hope you enjoy it, but more than that, I hope you can connect with something bigger than all of us. After all, isn't that the point of...
