If only...
I could break this snowflake without any costs
if only,
I could step up this thick line without thinking the worst
If only,
I could simply catch the firefly at night and hang it in my room at noon
If only,
I could make this mess into significant art like a broken dark sky
yet with an unshared moon.
Deeply dreaming to the wilderness
And each night is like a never ending dream of fogs and grasses
With dim light and wind blows full of coldness
Kissing my skin, slowly soothing my soul with roughness
Oh night of mercy, just a night of sleep is what I draw with peace.
Yet over and over again
I just lay in my bed with a hanging chain
Securing my body not to move, not to run, not to skip the pain
My sight is widely awake like a flashed scene in my dream...
my dream that somehow awakens me to a nightmare!
"Insomnia is not a joke. How you cradle and beg just to have a nice sleep. Wandering off your mind, listening to mellow melodies just to calm you down and be at ease, yet, you'll always end up dealing with a never ending sleepless night over and over again."
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
