Thoughts (D.S)

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I'm supposed to be asleep.

But the thoughts keep piling.

Its an ever growing mountain.

And as it grows it's getting steep.

Im losing my balance.

I slip and I fall.

Deeper and deeper into this pit of despair.

This trench of irrelevance.

My heart is quaking.

Shaking and creaking.

Its fear. Its trembling.

It knows that it's breaking.

Is it scared of death or sadness.

No it invites and craves demise.

And lives off the pain.

It fears what makes it powerless.

My mind is racing.

What do I do?

What do I say?

Emotions bounce back and forth. Just pacing.

I'm supposed to be asleep.

Instead I lay here dying.

Eyes dry and throat sore.

Was I crying?

I open my mouth to scream for help.

Nothing happens. Not a peep.

After all aren't I supposed to be asleep?


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