Snoring coming from above me.
She stayed up all night.
Oh well, I'm not tired
Besides, it's still light.
She came home this morning.
Slept the entire afternoon.
I can't sleep yet though.
I sleep by the light of the moon.
So I'll write quiet poems.
To be read by people disconnected with me.
Because here on wattpad.
Is a different me.
I can write poems on wattpad.
In English? Not to save my life.
I can be free and confident.
I don't always cause people strife.
But the strangest thing of all,
As I'm sure you'll agree.
Is that this is the aftermath
Of the real life me.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
