My eyes wander by you
and I wait and I wait
All the birds they flew
far far away, (from me?)
I drift between realms of awakeness
my head overly awakened
I seek in sleep, I seek in sleep
everybody watches me
walk on, I'm not a leader, I'm weak
Soft soft sleep
Doesn't drown it all out
and I wait and I wait
for rest of conscious' hyperactivity
wait for it to just relax
because I do know, truly in my heart
that my unease is groundless
and yet, my insecurities are burying me
in the ground again, and like always
Like I am, like I always have been
I am afraid (but of what? nothing?)
(9th December 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
