Its 3 Am I lost in my blanket.
The floor Is too cold now.
I could feel it.
I could here the sound of thunder.
Water is dripping from my eyes
I felt like I'm the sister of rain cloud.
Now I'm hiding from my sufferings.
I'm doomed.
I can't be contented.
I'm a lifeless life by now.
Every time I look at my parants eyes,
I could feel that
"THEY DESERVED A BETTER CHILD"
I pitied them.
When thoughts hunt me
I hide in the cape of sleep.
Sleep caressed me in her lap.
When I'm pathetically depressed
Sleep embrased me.
The peace I got from my mother's lap.
Now I feel the same.
I suffered with...
With what?
I don't know!
I just wanna run from my life.
I run into her, the sleep.
The moment pain can't attack me.
The way I fell into sleep.
I wrote this poem with my experience. Every time I feel like depressed or terribly sad, sentimentality emotional. I fell into sleep. Sleep is the place where I run into for comfort.
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Ballads Of The Spring
Poetrythis is my collection of poems. all credits to me. my works are not allowed to copy.
