As a child i never knew
These nights were so long,
I have no clue if I am longing for my sleep or someone who is so far away.
There is something about this night,
That is not letting me close my eyes.
Its not the first time a night has tortured me,
It is so dark to see,
What is happening around
So dark to see you,
See how am I broken apart.
I knew it would scare me,
How i cannot stop my thoughts,
How my organs are screeching,
Maybe, the darkness i am witnessing is not even about the night,
My childhood self could have never felt this and i am glad.
But something which is so similar yet so different from my childhood and now is,
That sleeping is still a punishment to me..
YOU ARE READING
Alive
PoetryAll these words which are being used by me are not enough to express my emotions We feel emotions very strongly and sometimes we are forced to shut down feeling too much and thats beyond cruel Today when you read whatever i always wanted to say i am...
