In this pocket-full of time, the twilight hour sets in.
I feel so alone, the inky blackness of my room seems to cut all ties with the outside world.
My throat feels dry and it aches; my eyelids feel heavy and blurred. The ache grows from my unsaid words, and the heaviness from un-shed tears.
I'm very unsure of why I feel I need to cry, but I won't add another tick on the list of things I should have done.
My body shivers strongly and unvoluntarily. The breeze from my window is finally reaching me.
I don't want to cry, but the tears come anyway.
I'm sure i'll feel better tomorrow.
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Poetica Vol. 02
شِعرI still find it hard to sleep, am I too hungry and need to eat? I lay here, tossing and turning. What is my heart yearning? I switch on the light and begin to write, perhaps words will put me to sleep tonight... [More original poems by me]
